When he laughs, my whole being feels. It’s real laughter, no games, no pretense, no falsehood. And I’m pleased.
When he touches me, my whole being trembles. His touch reminds me I’m alive and awakens every sense.
And when he kisses me, I melt into him and I remember the first time we kissed and he melted into me then and I want to cry, tears of awesome joy and happiness and this, this lust, this inner peace is something, it’s all something, waiting to be explored.
And when he enters me, my God, how I want to give him all of me. My body yields fully into him and I want to give him more and more and more. And I let him take me and let him feel every last bit of my existence and I feel him inside and it’s right, it’s all right and I kiss his neck and run my nails along his back and kiss his shoulder to avoid screaming and this is love, this is love we’re making, it’s all love we’re making. I’m totally and completely enamored by him.
He’s finishing my thoughts and completing my sentences and this is too soon, it’s too quick, it’s too much passion all at one time and I have no control, I can’t help it, I just want it, I want him, I want it all.
And when he says my name….
Nothing else matters. Life is complete. It’s all emotions rolled into one, my passion, my lust, my peace, my joy, my happiness and I just want to hold him and hear him again and feel him again and kiss him, my God, how I love his kisses and it’s complete.
I just want to hear my name in his mouth again…