Tyler
stood face to face with Allison. Their
eyes locked, speaking the language of love and desire. Her eyes declared hunger and he burdened his
own. He foresaw the kiss. In a flash, Tyler lived it a million times. He was mesmerized by her lips which were
parted as Allison drew in a breath. In
abandonment, Tyler leaned down and their lips met.
Sweet
and soft, Allison’s lips whispered passion.
Like an angel imparting the breath of life, Tyler thrilled in the
euphoria that swept him. He pulled her
tighter and Allison responded in kind.
He wanted to encompass her, take her in, and consume her. The whole of space and time were condensed to
that moment and act. The world faded as
Tyler’s whole purpose in life was to kiss Allison in complete abandon. Allison was the only light, the spark by
which all existed. To kiss her was to
receive life.
Tyler
broke the spell as he pulled away and began kissing her right cheek and down to
her neck. Each caress, each kiss was an
offering to her heart. Each token was to
express his love. Her face looked to the
heavens as she accepted his offerings.
In tune, in harmony with Tyler, Allison was a feline whose whole body
moved and met each stroke. Her hand
cupped around his neck, she purred, “Oh Tyler.”
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