Anticipation with a stare
I feel the pull of your will
balmy dew of your breath 
Warm radiating skin 
Noses barely touching 
lips closing in 
deliberately teasing pause
caress of your beard to my face
My neck your hand embraced
.....and then its on! 
Hot wet rapid 
urgent tongues 
lips in exuberance
Neck and ears ensuing 
Hands and arms pursuing
Skin on skin 
let me in
we went 
on and on…..                
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fantastic, exciting description Sandra... WAEL KARAMEH