It's been a while that you've gone and I still feel your presence so real in my life. Dreamt of you last night... It was a wonderful dream and I woke up feeling your lips in mine and delighted by your kissing.
Guess I've never told you, but I love the way you kiss. No one can kiss like you and consequently, can make me feel like you do. I still remember the first time we kissed, but what is pretty vivid in my memory was our kiss in the rain. That will always be unforgettable. You are an exceptional kisser. Slow and sweet and sexy. Kissing with whole mouth, not just doing the hard, tongue-darty sword-play that many people think is good kissing.
Guess I've never told you, but I love the way you kiss. No one can kiss like you and consequently, can make me feel like you do. I still remember the first time we kissed, but what is pretty vivid in my memory was our kiss in the rain. That will always be unforgettable. You are an exceptional kisser. Slow and sweet and sexy. Kissing with whole mouth, not just doing the hard, tongue-darty sword-play that many people think is good kissing.
The moment we first kissed, I felt quite swoony in my head and knees were going weak and I just wanted to crawl inside your skin. I wanted (I still do) to pull you into mine and zip us up...
The 'rest' has always been bloody fabulous. No porn. No kinky practices. No anti-conventional positions. Instead of that, focused. Intense. Holding yourself effortessly on tensed arms, like doing push-ups, moving slowly in and out of me, while staring into my eyes. The way you spoke my name and whispered in my ears. Your eyes. Your hands. Viril. Veins. Our tangled legs. Lust. Passion. Love. Desire. You're forever tattoed in my body.
I love you. Wholehearteadly. And I miss you so badly that it hurts.
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Obrigada pela confissão! Volte sempre! Juliana Fernandes