Blueyes

Sometimes, you don’t just need a kiss you need to be absolutely devoured, kissed so thoroughly and so deeply that your body forgets where you are and your soul forgets where you end and I begin. You need to be pulled into me with urgency, with force, with that desperate craving that’s been building every time I catch the way your lips part when you look at me like you know exactly what I’m thinking. I want to slide my hand around the back of your neck, grip your waist with the other, and crash my mouth against yours like it’s the only way to survive the need pulsing through me. I want your lips soft but trembling, your mouth opening to mine with that little moan I love, the one that shoots straight through me and makes me want to lift you up and press you against the nearest wall. I want to kiss you like I’m starving for you, like every second without your taste has been torture, like I need to reclaim what’s mine over and over again until your lips are swollen, your cheeks are flushed, and your entire body is melting into mine. I want to feel your fingers tugging at my shirt, your body arching against me, your thighs parting just enough to invite me closer as my kisses turn darker, hungrier, more possessive. I want you to feel my need in the way I kiss you, feel my hands sliding down your back and gripping your hips as I push you into me so you can feel just how hard you’ve made me, how badly I need to lose myself in your mouth, your body, your sounds. I want to kiss you so fiercely that your thoughts vanish, your knees tremble, and the only thing you can focus on is how good it feels to be held like this, touched like this, wanted like this. I want the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy, that steals your breath and replaces it with desire, the kind that makes your body ache to be undressed, to be laid out beneath me, to feel my lips move from your mouth to your neck to your chest and lower, leaving a trail of heat and promise. I want your body to remember my mouth even after I pull away, your lips tingling, your heart pounding, your skin flushed and begging for more. I want to kiss you until you’re whispering my name in that needy, breathless voice, until the world around us goes completely still and the only thing that matters is how completely we are consumed by one another. Because sometimes, love, what you need isn’t just a kiss it’s to be kissed like you’re the reason the earth spins, like your lips are the key to every desire I’ve ever had, like stopping isn’t even an option until you’re trembling beneath me, full of my passion and aching for everything that comes next......