The Deepest Kiss.

The words that we shared had soon faded away and all that remained was our faces.
You start to inch a little closer to me, with me inching closer to the wall anticipating what's gonna happen next.
Soon, my back has rubbed against the hardened surface and around my waist goes your strong and muscular left hand.
My chin lifted up to meet your deep chocolate brown eyes as we assess and crave to savor the taste of one another's skin.

The sensuality in the air had slowly thickened, clouding our judgment more than the Ozone layer.
Almost instantly, your lips hover over mine until they meet so tightly yet gently.
The longer time went on, the hungrier I became for your passion.
Your hand had dropped from my waist and crept along the remaining curves of my petite frame.

Our lips had parted open to allow us to recatch our breaths after that moment of magic had stolen away all of our oxygen supply.
I never knew that lip wrestling could feel this intoxicating.
Within an impulse, I pulled you into my mouth to satisfy my craving for your sweet tongue.
I lightly bit and nibbled on your top and bottom lip, savoring the salty traces of your blood that had mixed in with your unbearable heat.

You soon take back the control and overpowered me like David did to Goliath.
My lungs had begun to collapse, air soon replaced by your glowing spirit and awe-striking sexual tension.
Our wild battle had slowed down then soon stopped, both of us exhausted yet satisfied with the victory of our lip conquest.
Our eyes have become mirror images of our exchanged souls, dripping with the remnants of passion that lied within the deepest kiss.