Things of life

It wasn't much. It wasn't anything.
The dry and hesitant, uncertain brush -
Her lips had had it coming; he would bring
His mouth to hers and feel her heated blush;
Although, in fact, he barely grazed her flesh;
The whisper of his breath and, then, the tease
Of shivers down her spine - was he too fresh?
A kiss that deepens, wakens her - she'll seize
The opportunity to kiss right back;
And to enjoy these moments that won't end,
While they sustain connection and don't lack
Sweet intimacy, as their faces blend,
While arms will wrap around, as their hands roam
And bodies writhe and sigh and softly moan...
Written by SweetOblivion
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