i too remember her kiss

i too remember her kiss, the bliss of her lips, the pressure of the pleasure
she spread with her hips, with small short and forceful licks, flicks of the
tongue traveling all around, straying here and there for a moment, getting
lost, getting so lost, i too remember her kiss, the way her lips spread for
just a little bit, the tip of her tongue coming out and running along those
lips, the twist, the way her shape fit her voice, the way her voice fit her
tits, the way she moved, the way she owned the room, i too remember
her kiss, and i miss this

i too remember her chest, the way those two mounds of flesh merged and met
creating cleavage worthy of the Smithsonian or some other institute or museum
and those boobs, those mammaries, those delicious globes of skin and her nipple,
the way in which it became erect, her chest, the best of the rest and the way i laid
my head below that chest and nibbled and moved and she moaned and they moved
with her when i entered her from behind, falling down and moving back and forth
rhythmically, i remember her chest.

i too remember her touch, her fingers so slender and tender and the way they wandered
from here to there on your body like they had a passport to go to all the places, to visit
all the parts of you, all the pieces of you, and i remember her touch as it moved from my
hair to my cheek to my mouth and then further down south, her touch bringing me to the
brink and back again and she just smiled and laughed and continued on, not caring about
the time i remember her touch so much.

i too remember her fuck, so rough, not like her making love, her tugs at my body, moving
me here, moving me there, moving my mouth everywhere and then she pleaded for me to
do this to that or that to this and i too remember her putting my hand there, somewhere,
moving to the rhythm, moving to the mood in the air – desperate need, animal like lust.

i too remember her afterglow, the way she showed her soul after she came, those few moments
right after the most amazing as she had this literal glow about her face if you’d done a good job
and the way she smoked her cigarette after and looked at you with those eyes, those dangerous
after sex eyes that you couldn’t escape from as they followed your every movement, evaluating
your performance, your perception of her performance.

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