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Fu*king or Making Love?
by Kristi PaikWhats the difference you may ask? Good Question. I have the Answer.
Fucking: Imagine me and you
vulnerable and excited all combined into a single breath.
your fingers caress my skin, goose bumps following each gentle stroke.
I part your lips with my tongue and taste you.
you respond by playing tongue war, which i will win once I bite your lip
You move unto kissing my neck which Heaven knows all women love
and then unto what was once describe as hills upon my chest
they provide some form of comfort no woman or man will ever fully understand for the opposite (and sometimes same) sex.
My hands never leave your body.
your heartbeat and mine are now one collective sound
the beat of those annoying bass speakers on some Honda in the middle of traffic
yeah thats us. everyone hates it but us.
as your fingers stroke my inner thigh, my legs slowly lose control and
I cant help but want you.
hands feeling the heat of my passion, and no longer being able to contain ourselves, we become one.
In long slow rhythmic cycles. The bed. Burning with insatiable lust. The couch. Dry tears and wet sweat. The Coffee Table. Dirty secrets whispered into your ear. Against the wall. Hair pulling not quite hard enough. Against the mirror. The electric shock between us. On the kitchen counter. The back-scratching (also not quite hard enough)
From dawn to dusk.
Making Love: All of the above. Except I breathe deeper and look you in the eyes.
10/02/2007 Posted on 10/02/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kristi Paik
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