Kiss after sensual kiss leads to what I would find as an inevitably ****** placement between us, that avenue of lust which we mutually entered once we were on the same level of thinking.
I lean into you, inhaling the intimacy second after second from your tasty lips, biting your lip and running my fingers through your hair as my hands ease slowly down to your neck, caressing you and easing down farther and farther until I'm caressing a breast.
Call me crazy, but I think I'm in love, or at least its unmistakably destructive premonition. Lifting your shirt and kissing on flesh, making your toes curl under overwhelming chills being sent from your abdomen.
Easing back up to you, I can see your eyes, I catch them and keep them in place, letting you know full well that I intend to enjoy you fully.
And you let me.
Easing down and absorbing your figure, kissing and tracing down your belly and easing into a certain heaven before coming back up and stripping you down gently, making you smile at the gentlemanly figure that you call yours.
Can I love you down? lying you down fully extended, can I get onto you as if we could share the same space against scientific belief?
I ease into you slowly, only speeding in a way as to show my own urgency isn't priority.
And we make one. easing into your form, our bodies become entwined, become one at last.
suppressing your pleasurous scream with my own warm kisses, I allow us to combine again and again, and become one once more as our nerves and hormones take over in this ritualistic connection.
Made love? we make emotion. Stripped bare and enjoying the ****** pleasures given us, ****** after ******, kiss after juicy kiss and scream after luscious, pleasured filled scream until we finally reach what I like to call climactic end and level up in our relationship. At last, though we are still levels away from the final intimacy, we are closer than we have been before, and the closer we get, the deeper and more sensual our encounters are.

A green eyed monster within,
in behaviour satan's akin.
Other's possessions are his attraction,
flies on wings of dissatisfaction.
Hopes more for other's loss than his gain,
can take ugliest of forms without constraint.

Even if you don’t like me anymore
I will still say to you that
I want to be with you forevermore

Even if you let go of my hand
I will still keep my promise that
Never will I leave and run

Even if you runaway
I will still come up to you
And beg for you to stay

Because even if you said your goodbye,
Never will I give up,
And I’ll still wait for your beautiful hi.

The night was still long
It was still long for my thirsty psyche to dream a lot of delusions
To dream a lot of things about you
And only you

Your smell
That lingers on my addicted nose whenever you are near
Your stare
that could be the cause of my early death
Your touch
that electrifies not just my body but my soul
Your lips
That tempts mine to meet those
Your heavenly smile
That I could not get rid of even for a while
Your ear-pleasing laugh
Your husky voice
Your nose that I wanted the most
Your flaws
Your imperfections
They are beautiful
They are all just right
You are just so right for me
If only you could let me love those, I will.
Ceaselessly of course.

Hold my hand
As we sat on a fine white sand
Lend me your shoulders
Together, let’s listen as the sea murmurs.

Let our fingers intertwine
As we breathe the fresh air in
Lay your head on mine
While watching at the sun’s last shine

Look into my eyes
Take no care as the time flies
Let us say not a word
In my eyes, I’ll show you the whole world.

Put me in your warm embrace
Unlike the salt water’s taste
Let us sweeten the moment like a honey jell
Until the sun say it’s beautiful farewell.