His essence surrounded the room
with only the sound of their heartbeats
her pulse races as his eyes locked deeply with
hers ...

He slowly slides a hand on the side of her face
with her sight closed,
she takes his hand to rest her head ...

With his touch she feels wanted and much desire
her eyes glassy , filled with wanted tears
he draws her close,
the feeling each other breathes ...

Slowly he moves his lips to hers ... barely touching
he pauses ... waiting for acceptance
she presses your lips to his essence
moving in unison of one ...

With the dire need of each other
the harder they press with sounds of unborn
essence, a ****** kiss of two lovers
is born, kissing the kiss ...

Debbie Brooks 2014