KISS

At the bar he was a stranger with a redhead on his lap

And I was a lady caressing the wine while someone caressed me

And as our eyes searched for our lust fueling matches

Fate turned his eyes upon mine,

while destiny reminded me to gaze at him

we knew our lips were meant to meet

and when they did, I inhale him

as he cradles me

our bodies come as close as they can

and I feel my body absorbing his heat

as my tongue caresses every nook of his moth

his tongue accompanies me, occasionally changing my course

he pulls back and I tilt back my neck to breathe

my throbbing stretched veins tempt him

he lowers his hot lips

and leaves a wet imprint bounded by his teeth marks

just to notify that I am his

and as my hold of his hair grows stronger

he smoothly slides from my neck to the brink of my bosom

he hold them artistically and paints

his tools are his teeth and his reward my moan

and I in return leave tiger like prints

of long lustful nails embedded deep in his back

and abruptly he embraces my wet lips

molding his mouth perfectly into mine