Kiss Me, Kiss Me

Lips press against lips.
Soft.                         Rosey.
            Plump.                        Lush.
Reddening with passion. She is in love...or lust. It doesn't matter. All their energy is honed in on this moment. Heat from their bodies boils forth. They connect on the primest of levels. Soft skin presses against soft skin. Nerves bursting with fireworks. He wants to move forward. His rose-red worm of a tongue slithers delicately past the barriers of her lips. She is so hungry for contact, she eagerly takes him in. His tongue explores her mouth. It finds its mate. They play--tusseling and romping. Gasps escape their salivating tunnels, encompassing warm drafts of air. Their skins feel their hormonal passions. They reach closer together. If the skin had not been present, they would've melded into one being. Instead, they must touch every inch of each other, making silent prayers. Wishing to be diffused in order for their passion to be complete.