Your arms around my waist,
eskimo kisses.
Our lips touch,
you grab my ***.
I run my fingers through your hair,
we're heavy breathing.
You lean against me,
we hug tightly.
You pick me up,
my legs wrapped around you.
Soft lips touch my neck,
chills roll down my spine.
Your scent is breathtaking,
you lick my face.
This isn't ***,
this is intimacy.