The challenge of describing how I kiss
I have been requested to respond to the challenge of describing how I kiss. Well, there have been a couple of women mentioned in my story, only one of which I have kissed. So it will have to be Shinky.
You see, it’s difficult to say how I kissed her. Peering into her pale green eyes, which are filled with a certain expression of clear wonderment and which then narrow slightly as I come closer to her and then shut when seeing more becomes uninteresting, is in itself a dreamlike thing for me.
Then, when her lips part, I lose myself in the sensuousness of the impending embrace and our lips dance the dance of delight. A feeling of breathlessness, but it can’t last, or the kiss is doomed to failure, so I fill myself with her scent; not sweet but indescribably of her essence, the very basis of her womanhood.
I don’t know how long it lasts, but she opens her eyes before the second and their greenness has almost disappeared in the darkness of her opened irises. I feel her unsteady breath upon my cheeks and then lose all track of time in the intimacy of the embrace.
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