Eyes meet even though I’m trying to avoid his deep gaze. He wants to taste me. I know this because his eyes are asking permission. And I want to hold off. Eyes meet again only now he’s pulling me close. Lips meet. No lips lock. He’s…tasting….me….and I’m…breathing….him. Eyes closed. Our tongues are speaking…anticipating. He tastes like home. Like home on a stormy day. Like listening to the rain falling on a summer day from my bedroom window. There’s a deep yearning. The kind I never even knew existed. We are now tasting, breathing, and enticing each other….
KJM on Temptation Tuesday