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My hand warm and gentle softly brushes the hair from your face. With eyes that speak volumes your gaze hypnotizes me. I place my forehead upon yours as if to feel what you are thinking. With no words spoken my hands portray what my voice can not. The silence is deafening yet one sound rings loudly in my ears....it is the rhythmic sound of your heart. I place my hand upon your chest and the soothing sound fuels me. Our eyes never part and I tenderly take the back of my hand and brush your cheek. You try to speak and with that I place one finger upon your lips for I do not want the silence to be broken. I close my eyes feeling your lips. I imagine them upon my body...knowing what power they possess.. my body erupts in gooseflesh and a smile slowly creeps to my face. From you lips my fingers pause briefly at your chin....as if I were standing at the edge of a cliff about to dive into unknown waters. Knowing when I descend further there is no turning back. I close my eyes and dive plunging head long into the depths of love. I trace your neck and I am amazed at how graceful and delicate it is. My eyes still closed I see you through my touch. Painting a picture in my mind...your skin the canvas...my fingers the artist brush. The outline of your ears...the softness of the lobes all captured through my touch. Descending further my fingers now placed in the valley between your breasts. I climb to the summit where I am greeted by a totally different texture. Your body reacts as I struggle to capture the feel...the passion of your nipples. Cupping each breast I paint with wild abandon the fullness of each. Every moment I linger I feel the fire which you have kindled within me grow....spurred on by the fierce winds of passion. What once was a simple spark will soon turn into a wildfire of immense proportions burning out of control as I make love to you. With palms placed upon your ribs I follow your curves. Feeling each rib painting this picture in my mind..one that will be etched there for eternity. As my hands trace each curve my lips are now placed upon the canvas....covering your torso with gentle kisses. My hair like tiny silken fingers paint the more delicate lines of your body. Down I descend my hands now paused at your hips. My fingers and thumbs now feeling the lines and curves. Firmly but with gentle care I grasp your hips and pull them to me as my lips reach the object of my desire. With tongue and lips of a goddess I slide between your legs. I inhale deeply taking in the scent that is you. My tongue now helps paint this picture as I trail lovingly down between your lips. My hair painting the more finer lines as it trails behind. My hands now on the outside of your thighs I kiss my way down your legs. Never missing an inch of your body. For I want this picture to be perfection an absolute recreation of you in my mind forever. And as I end at your feet kissing feeling tasting each toe I open my eyes and no matter how hard I have tried the picture I have painted could never compare to the beauty that is you..... |
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