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Lips

She often wondered what exactly he seen within her, aside from the usual curves across her long and lean frame, her lips pushed him over the edge, yet he knew he wasn't going to just slip into them as easily as he thought he could.

He watched those lips carefully, almost eminent in his silence, waiting for something wrong to unfold, and she unfolded, just as she expected, in honor and disgrace, yet he couldn't distinguish what exactly he witnessed.

The moistness of them parted gracefully, yet forcefully as if thunder and lightning had gripped him, whilst her lips still yearned for him to kiss, bite and suck upon them.

However, he was stuck in his element of uncertainty, as she waited for his to envelop hers, delicately, but with the same intensity that simmered below the surface.

She loved to caress his mind, and smile at him with those conspicuous full lips, whilst all that ran through his mind were depraved thoughts about parting those lips, and squeezing the entire width and length of himself through them, for all the best reasons she liked to observe his smooth navel.

And gently, for the moment, his fingers would slip inside them, moving a little faster, ever so gently, as her lips parted, and her gasp pushed out into the cold air, just like a question mark, and the exclamation that the moment was still simmering underneath his sticky fingertips.

As if the signal that gently, wasn't quite enough for her, until his fingers slipped further inside, and he'd feel the warmth of her wrap around him, tightly and wholly, in all her entirety as he watched her dark piercing brown eyes intensely, yet meaningfully in depths yet to be defined.

Perhaps she's just another set of lips, another way, in which he'd fall for another her all over again.