Build Up

I love the build up.
When touching turns into grabbing.
Soft lips, into passionate tongues.
And your heartbeat getting faster,
and faster.

That build up is overwhelming.
The first tentative touch of a fingertip along a cheek.
Eyes that gaze deeply, trying to unlock the secrets of your soul.
Sometimes that first touch of lips to lips is gentle.
Other times that kiss is a collision of desire.

The taste of desire thrills through your body.
Hands sliding under clothing to feel hot skin.
The kiss goes on with tongues dueling for possession.
Bodies meld together, trying to get closer and closer.

Throw those clothes aside to feel the heat of skin against skin.
Hearts are beating now with the need to possess.
We want one another. The world does not exist.
Only we shine in our own universe of passion and love.

Kiss me darling and let's experience the build up.