Unspoken movement propels our lips to collide something misty in your eyes, or a hungry look exchanged, and then as if we are magnetic, suddenly you are in my arms. Noses turning, lips connecting in a soft mash, breathlessly drawn out in this enveloping of two, Like a butterfly caught in the reeds of a pond, gently being freed by love's most endearing caress, to soar together to the heavenly bliss of a long warm wet kiss. Suctioned together as tongues explore and fingers dally in tantalizing places. I could spend hours locked to your sweet lips, damn the need to breathe, or I might never come up. But then there are your eyes, all soft, wide and mooney, that make the pauses between kisses so intensely unique, and kisses often fall prey to gravity. Endless valleys and lovely mounds of skin, so very much to kiss, sharing the quiet of two soundlessly pressing needs from lips to lips, and answering passions call.