Mouth to Mouth

 I may not be the most introspective man. And I'm pretty sure I'm not the most insightful one either. But I do know this much about myself,
I love to kiss.

I love touching my woman's mouth, neck, shoulders, and feet. With my lips, with my fingers, and with my tongue.

I find true joy in our kiss.
I lose myself in our lip union as I revel in the euphoric high of uninhibited interpersonal exploration and the unparalleled thrill of discovery and rediscovery that arrive with each shuddering breath we draw.

I love searching my woman's body.
Discovering, tracing, and retracing new pathways back and forth across her skin are all pure bliss to me.

I know her body well.
I have seen it many times
in many ways.

On lust filled Sunday afternoons, I have searched and learned the secrets of her.
I have frequently indulged in her pleasures in the dark of night.
And
I have partaken of her offerings in the ecstasy-imposed darkness that comes about when her travels across my body have caused my eyes to shut as tightly as my other muscles have contracted in response to the high-voltage shock of her lips on my flesh.

I take great pleasure in this journey
and the many routes we follow to arrive at the deliciously sweet destination that is clear evidence of my woman's constant, continuous desire to touch me too.

I want her to always look forward to my touch.
Just as I,
look forward to hers.
When I kiss her,
I want her to kiss me back just as vigorously.
If I am within arms reach,
I want her to be just as anxious to reach out and close the distance as I am.
I see our satisfaction as an ongoing state of being
and not merely an endpoint for either of us.
If we are close enough
or alone enough
to share a kiss,
I
want
it
to
happen.
I want our meeting of the mouths to be a joint movement.
I want our kiss to have a life and strength all its own.
Flowing together as naturally as two magnets that draw together on a table;
closing whatever distance exists between them in the way that they were meant by God to do.

She is my destination.
Her shivers.
Her smiles.
Her arousal.

Her skin is my roadway.
The kiss is the vehicle I drive to each place.

Oh man, I love this journey!!!
I can use my teeth. I can use my tongue.
I can use my lips and my fingers as well.
I nip, stroke, and nibble.
I tease. And I taste.
With my nose I nuzzle her gently
while I hold her, caress her,
and feel her become warm in my grasp.

I enjoy touching her tenderly
and feeling her touch flutter upon me.

Kissing fresh trails along her side, over her hips, and down her legs offers me chances to see again places I have come to know quite well.
Yes, I know her sweet spots.
I see them often. Yet, I am never bored.
For each visit varies slightly; barely perceptible, (a kiss two centimeters higher, a stroke two eyelash widths to the right)
and this man and his woman have embarked upon a totally new adventure.

These subtle shifts in strength and direction allow me to experience her beauty,
and our bond,
in a vibrantly refreshing manner each time she blesses me with the smooth, soothing touch of her skin.

The exploration I do with this woman gives me my greatest thrills.
The things we find as we discover each other add zest to all the other things I am privileged to enjoy with this woman.

She is my woman. I am her man.
And this,
is how we behave.
Mouth to Mouth may begin things,
But our kiss
is always a full body affair.

This is what we do.
This is who we are.
In our love,
we know of no other way.