kissing two
All I can think of right now is more places that I’d like to kiss you, and I mean geographically, not anatomically. Or maybe I do mean both...? Hmmm... yeah, I do.
I’d like to kiss you on the back of your neck, in a nuzzling kind of way, while I sit behind you in a hot air balloon as the sunrises over some desert city. And it might be a bit ticklish, and you might try to shrug me off (reflex from the tickling... it’s okay, relax) but I would just wrap my arms around you even tighter, and rest my head on your shoulder and breathe into your neck. And you would smell like you, all warm and heady, and I would long for you, even though you're there. You cross your arms over mine and hold my cold hands in your warm ones...
I’d like to kiss you on the palms of your hands while I sit on you, and slowly, slowly ride your cock in some five-star motel anywhere in the world (don’t care where, as long as I’ve got a book, a lot of channels to choose from, 24hr room service, and you). I love having your hands on my face. I will mumble into them that they are beautiful, and place them on my breasts...
I’d like to kiss all the way down from your throat to your sternum, starting in the hollow just above your collar bone, and trailing my lips and tongue all the way down the centre of your hard breast bone and ending up in the soft place where your rib cages separates. It will be at the conclusion of some unbelievable love-making, somewhere light, but cosy... Am seeing a clichéd little Bed ‘n’ Breakfast in the Scottish Highlands, run by an older couple whose children have all left home, and who are either appalled or inspired by how much we stay inside. I lay my head on the top of your tummy and listen as your heart beat slows, and you draw lazy circles on my bare back... and for once I am not energised, but drift happily off to sleep.
I’d like to kiss your stomach, all around your belly button... pressing my face into your softness, breathing you in, taking your flesh gently between my teeth, on my knees, holding you tight round the waist, covering your tummy in kisses and licks and feeling your hard-on nudge against me. And you’re running your fingers through my hair, telling me not to stop, getting me all wet... but you’re suddenly quiet when I slide your gorgeous cock into my mouth. Could be anywhere... I don’t even care where we are anymore.
I’d like to kiss you on the lips, and laugh as we wrestle on a wet and muddy footy ground after a game. The earth is all churned up, and the air smells like dirt and bruised grass. We are wet and cold and extremely filthy, but it is my mission to pin you down and give you a ‘Typewriter’... And when you finally realise that if you just stop struggling and let me do it, it will all be over, I accomplish my mission and we head to somewhere with a super gutsy shower, and I am yours beneath the water, to do with what you please... And what you do pleases me too, cos even though we’ve got heavy duty water restrictions right now, I just don’t care, and want to be in the water with you forever... skin on skin, breathing steam as we cling and lap water from each other...
As long as I am with you, I am where I want to be, and the only place I never want to kiss you is goodbye.
I’d like to kiss you on the back of your neck, in a nuzzling kind of way, while I sit behind you in a hot air balloon as the sunrises over some desert city. And it might be a bit ticklish, and you might try to shrug me off (reflex from the tickling... it’s okay, relax) but I would just wrap my arms around you even tighter, and rest my head on your shoulder and breathe into your neck. And you would smell like you, all warm and heady, and I would long for you, even though you're there. You cross your arms over mine and hold my cold hands in your warm ones...
I’d like to kiss you on the palms of your hands while I sit on you, and slowly, slowly ride your cock in some five-star motel anywhere in the world (don’t care where, as long as I’ve got a book, a lot of channels to choose from, 24hr room service, and you). I love having your hands on my face. I will mumble into them that they are beautiful, and place them on my breasts...
I’d like to kiss all the way down from your throat to your sternum, starting in the hollow just above your collar bone, and trailing my lips and tongue all the way down the centre of your hard breast bone and ending up in the soft place where your rib cages separates. It will be at the conclusion of some unbelievable love-making, somewhere light, but cosy... Am seeing a clichéd little Bed ‘n’ Breakfast in the Scottish Highlands, run by an older couple whose children have all left home, and who are either appalled or inspired by how much we stay inside. I lay my head on the top of your tummy and listen as your heart beat slows, and you draw lazy circles on my bare back... and for once I am not energised, but drift happily off to sleep.
I’d like to kiss your stomach, all around your belly button... pressing my face into your softness, breathing you in, taking your flesh gently between my teeth, on my knees, holding you tight round the waist, covering your tummy in kisses and licks and feeling your hard-on nudge against me. And you’re running your fingers through my hair, telling me not to stop, getting me all wet... but you’re suddenly quiet when I slide your gorgeous cock into my mouth. Could be anywhere... I don’t even care where we are anymore.
I’d like to kiss you on the lips, and laugh as we wrestle on a wet and muddy footy ground after a game. The earth is all churned up, and the air smells like dirt and bruised grass. We are wet and cold and extremely filthy, but it is my mission to pin you down and give you a ‘Typewriter’... And when you finally realise that if you just stop struggling and let me do it, it will all be over, I accomplish my mission and we head to somewhere with a super gutsy shower, and I am yours beneath the water, to do with what you please... And what you do pleases me too, cos even though we’ve got heavy duty water restrictions right now, I just don’t care, and want to be in the water with you forever... skin on skin, breathing steam as we cling and lap water from each other...
As long as I am with you, I am where I want to be, and the only place I never want to kiss you is goodbye.