One evening…I laid next to you, resting my head on your chest.
You kissed my hand, then my forehead gently.
We looked at each other, eye to eye. Everything slowly blurred…
Softly, your lips touched mine. I kissed you back - juicy, tender, sweet.
Our lips traced the taste of cherry and caramel.
Our blood, our pleasure, rising higher… “Can we just keep kissing?
Not ready this time.” “As you wish,” you said.
The movie begins nothing covers our bodies.
Your skin, like glue, melts into mine.