Hmm, trying something different. Enjoy! What were they trying to say? Your tender lips spoke a language I wasn't familiar with, but with each passing second, my lips hungered to understand. I found solace as our bodies became one. The way your hands gripped for dear life, down to the heavy panting that accompanied your passionate visage. I wanted to see more. I wanted everything. There was passion and intimacy that played atop of those coral lips, my hand still remembering the way it molded against your lower back, pulling you into the safety of my person. I can still feel the remnants of you on my tongue. My eyes probing and exposing your every action, and without even taking your clothes off, I've already seen everything. I can remember the subtle words you said, they sizzled, matching the heat in my eyes and my erupting heartbeat. Tell me darling, what were they trying to say? Better yet, I'll find out myself. Mj Garcia
