I Remember My First Kiss

The sounds, normally go unheard. But in the realm of in betweens, my heartbeat reverberates like a bass drum, my breath like that of a warm autumn breeze, and the wings of a moth, like a ceiling fan in slow motion. To behold the sound of a kiss, the feel, the touch, the taste, soft as a cloud, hard as Passion allowed. Savoring the intensity. It's a shame that other's take all this for granted, never knowing what they will miss. The rustle of anxious dreams.
And the touch of wet lip flesh upon flesh, tongues dancing, heart romancing, naked neck anticipation, electric signals travel south, a soft decadent moan from your mouth.
And the rustle of anxious dreams.
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-Kelly.