Close, so close I can smell your cologne
Pressing my head against your chest
My hand in the small of your back
Fingernails gliding over your cotton shirt
Your jeans unbuttoned, still zipped
Pressing against my lower abdomen
Your lips on my neck, your hat falling off
Your hands gliding everywhere
Over my shower-mositened skin
Still fragrant with Jasmine
And lightly perfumed wash
My hair still damp
Smelling of Coconuts
Softened by fragrant conditioners
My knees trembling against yours
While you move your kisses
From my neck to my soft, wet
Still uncolored lips
Your mouth finding mine
Your eyes closing
Mine still open, glancing
Viewing the side of your face
Until I can no longer bear it
And I must close my eyes
And moan from within
Releasing the pleasure I feel
With your body pressed against mine
And your lips sliding over my own
And then, in an instant
You pull away
Leaving me breathless
Filled with desire
Beyond Control
My body weak with want
And you slip out the door
Much to my dismay
And I sigh
Remembering you
And the Perfect Kiss.
kml 2003
Regards,
Kris
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