Welcome to the middle of the tide
In here resides
The emotions I feel
Those raw and real
That I have felt for myself
Or for friends and strangers like you
In here resides
The words I never said
The words that sing, dance and scream in my head
In he...
His lips touched hers slightly at first. He knew it would singe.
The first contact sent shivers from her to him, or was it from him to her? He couldn't tell.
He kissed the soft lips of the mouth that had driven him mad, made him happy, and made him sad.
He parted those lips and slid his tongue into her hot mouth. Drowning the whimper that came out of her with his guttural moan.
Her hands were gripping his hair. Her body slithered under him like a snake through the grass.
It was too much. He was only human. He could do no more than succumb to her sorcery.
Just like Hansel the proverbial Hansel, he never should have had a taste of her home.
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The Kiss is an oil painting, with added silver and gold leaf by the Austrian Symbolist painter Gustav Klimt, and was painted between 1907 and 1908 during the height of Klimt's "Golden Period". -Wikipedia.
