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or bite my lips (yech)
...Little greeting kisses, and the serious stuff. The best is when the first turns into the second.
It was one of those clutches where you're so turned on that you're pulling the other person up against you as hard as you can because you can't ever remember wanting another person's body so close to yours and you might as well not be wearing anything at all because you can feel everything. Everything.
sounds like one of them modern relationships to me, missy.
It was one of those clutches where you're so turned on that you're pulling the other person up against you as hard as you can because you can't ever remember wanting another person's body so close to yours and you might as well not be wearing anything at all because you can feel everything. Everything.
Oh, and on the tongue length thing, I wouldn't worry pup.
I knew a guy who bemoaned the fact that his tongue was short, but it wasn't kissing he was concerned about. If you get my drift. *nudge nudge
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?