He moves slowly
Inch by inch till I feel his breath
Kiss my face
He gazes soulfully in my eyes
Till he hears me sigh
An intake of breath
He moves gently
Till our lips touch
He lingers there
He savors me
Gently then passionately
He opens my mouth
His tongue finds it’s mate
We are locked in this dance
The ecstasy begins
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