There is nothing more sensual than the soft kiss of a beautiful womans lips.
She stands in front of me, she leans forward only slightly, just enough to know, to know what she wants.  My hands tremble as I reach for her. My breath is quick and I wonder if she will change her mind. I lean forward my hand upon the side of your face pulling you into me. Our lips touch and I feel every nerve in my body explode. You move your body against me, if not for the wall behind you I fear I may fall. The softness of your lips, more lush than a fresh peach in August, I devour them, the sweetest thing I think I have ever tasted. I want so much more, but know this will be it, that what happens will stay here in this moment. That my memory of the taste of you will be all I have.