of the senses by Angela Thomas I laid you down, closed your eyes under my fingertips while I hushed your lips closed with mine. I whispered, "relax," then I pressed my lips gently against yours. I could feel your lips wet and resist the pressure I gave to them. A light breath danced between our mouths, like a little word, it said all the things that you think when you bite your lip and hold your mind from running rampant. I used that moment to find your eyes, your hands, your hair and mark them under my touch. I told you I wanted to show you what the word sensuality meant. I knew you understood when you slowly pryed your eyes open and couldn't stop your lips from giving it away, like a body after a heated sex encounter, they curled up and smiled. 09/03/2004 Posted on 09/03/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)