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I ask if i may kiss you

You just smile; no answer is necessary

My initial kiss is just a flirtation of our lips

My tongue lightly flicking

Like I am asking "Do you want me?"

The tip of my tongue runs all around your lips

Touching every part - Inside and out

over and over again

Tickling you;

Tickle goes my tongue

Now i press my lips gently to yours

Rubbing your lips back and forth against mine

Hot and fast

without long rest in any one place

Having such a need to go on

A trail of passion all over your face

Then back to your mouth

Our tongues dance together - we start exploring

I circle your tongue with the tip of mine,

then you echo the pattern back to me

I lick the sides, underside and top - you echo back

I suck your lower lip - you echo back

then,

We repeat

The sensations are driving our emotions

We develop a passion for each other

with your kisses fluctuating from passionate

to fierce,

the motion being rhythmic

Simuating our love

I ask again "Do you want me?"

I can tell that you do

No words are necessary...