When you kiss me.

When you kiss me, I get lost.

When you kiss me, I forget to breath.

When you kiss me, I loose all worry.

When you kiss me, I know everything is alright.

When you kiss me, I taste your soul.

When you kiss me.

When you kiss me, I melt, drowning in your lips. You are delicious. Every inch of you. When you kiss me, you kiss me with all of you. With your mouth, your hands, your skin, your heart and your soul. You kiss more than just my lips.

When you kiss me, you tell me a thousand stories. All of you and everything, it is there in your kiss. It doesn’t matter how you kiss me, the result is the same, I melt. I am yours. Your lips brush against mine and I am done for.

When you kiss me, it is with a passion that doesn’t come with just sex, or just love. It is full of need, and desire, lust, love and hunger. You kiss me as if you would starve with out me.  You kiss me with intent. The way your hand cradles my face as you pull me into you, tells me you own me. I sink into you. You kiss me and we drown in the sheets of my bed, rolling, melting, twisting into each other.

When you kiss me, I want to pull myself into you, it is an overwhelming, frantic, almost desperate need to be close to you. And no matter how close I am to you, it is never close enough.