When you are taken and and the weight of someone else is on top of you.
When you push my hands behind my back letting me know I am yours in captivity.
Your head buried in my neck.
Your tongue and lips teasing my nipples.
Hands traveling. Ear to ear we touch and grab one another, seeking more sexual nourishment.
Your breath on my thighs. Your tongue enters me and opens me up like a flower in full bloom.
No, Sir. A kiss is not just a kiss.