Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek
.
Like air, I’ll rise
and greet your lips
in a kiss
and like a snowflake
melt
from your heat
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Photograph taken by SirenSong1208
The night breathes
And sighs your name
It peels the covers away
And stealthily slips into my bed
My lover
To kiss away the moonlight
I am dressed in
To make wicked the waning dark
Bringing about a blush
To rival the dawn
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Photograph taken from WhiteNoten
She looked levelly at him
‘this can be yours’, she said,
the plum kiss of her glistening lips a distraction from the words.
Still, he heard them and heeded their plea
the ichor of desire pumping hard and fast through his veins
ringing in his ears
a rushing river of carnal thoughts.
One look at her
and he could clearly see
that the shape of his destruction
would be found
in the curve of her sensuality.
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Photograph taken from Pinterest
As I imagine
every wet kiss
and each shared breath
I feel you pull me deeper
into you.
You become the oxygen
filling my lungs
the blood
coursing through my veins
the heat
I feel upon my skin.
You bewitch my senses
one by one
with your scent
your touch
your taste
until I’m thoroughly intoxicated
with you
my favourite addiction.
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Photographer: The Sensual Eye
Model: Sarifka Morgan
Photo taken from Google Images
Her kiss tastes like café au lait, chocolate croissants and Degas pastels…
His kiss tastes like Earl Grey, colorful leaves and crisp Autumn air…
Her kiss tastes like sweet muscat wine, slow dancing under the stars and a four poster bed…
His kiss tastes like amaretto, walks in the rain and nights by the fire…naked…
Her kiss tastes like mulled wine, a first edition of Wuthering Heights and a rainy, stormy evening in the country…
His kiss tastes like brandy, the pungent fragrance of leather and a crackling fire in a study…
Her kiss tastes like Pernod, Anais Nin and lusty abandon…
His kiss tastes like red wine, velvet nights and tangled sheets…
*I did many of these as singles on Twitter but have never put them together as
a His and Her.
Thank you for bearing with my sense of whimsy.
Photo taken from Pinterest
There is something raw and primal
About a passionate kiss between lovers
When the flames burn wildly between two
There is a sense of urgency
That you cannot get enough
That the hunger you have
For this person
For their lips
For their breath
For their very essence
Will eat you from the inside out
If you do not devour them with your lips
A kiss such as this
Full of carnal desire
Where you cannot possibly get close enough
When the kiss cannot possibly get deep enough
When the thought of such a kiss takes your breath away
Such a kiss is what
Dark
Decadent
Delicious dreams are made of
And they are what I dream of
With you
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