Tongues flicker, dancing in the unknown appeal of days yet to come..
Bodies braced, soft and hard, past erased..
For one scintillating moment in time.
Making love to your mouth, delicious, decadent silk as moist heat consumes all rational thoughts,
Ripped, stripped, bared to the depths of my untraveled soul...
Vulnerable, exposed, wanting that which knows no bounds..
Consciousness fades into the curling of hips, a silent begging of where your tongue needs to go.
Sweet sound the hiss, the hitching of my protesting breath has you pull away..
Just to nibble and suck on a swollen lower lip, delightedly overused..
Excruciating disconnect, light streaks of lightning as your teeth find my moan...
Debilitated disorientation, derelict desire sets fire..in that one single kiss.
His work derided as decadent and pornographic, Gustave Klimt inserted on his erotic "Nuda Veritas" a quotation from Friedrich Schiller "If you can not please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few/ To please many is bad." Then he painted "The Kiss (Lovers)."
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