Your bag is empty.
Her mouth. Full, juicy, smiling or pouting. Kissing is the greatest act of intimacy. If she nibbles on you, she’s making a commitment, confessing a need, asking a question. Lips make promises you hope she’ll keep. Her mouth gives you a taste of things to come.
It’s time to talk. She calls you late at night. Her voice is drowsy. She’s deep in the sheets. Her mouth whispers into the phone. Her breath comes in shudders. She tells you about the things her mouth wants to do to your body. Your imagination is going wild. Whew! It’s time for a cigarette.
She’s not teasing anymore. The room begins to spin. It’s your turn to surrender. She sucks your fingers. Your heart pounds. She’s dressed to kill, and she’s going to get you. Slowly she unbuttons your shirt. Before you close your eyes, you take a last, lingering look at those incredible lips.
