Continued from “Hungry For A Kiss”…
I walked around the perimeter of the party, in and out of groups. I parted couples just to stay within her reach and always in her sight. The air in the room grew heavy; clouded and moist with sexual energy. Most were shaking it off, laughing and flirting to release the tension. But I, I could not yet approach her and so I could not release the tension. It continued to rise and build until my vision became cloudy and obscured.
I could no longer see anyone else. My eyes could only make out those luscious red lips, ready, waiting. It was time. I started my approach. She saw me move towards her and she anticipated every step, every breath I took with tiny quivering movements of her lips.
At last I was close. I held my breath, as did she. We froze in time for a moment and then I leaned in close to kiss those lips of her.
She was ready. The kiss started out soft and then we could not resist the pull. Her lips were hungry, searching me out. She pulled me apart nerve by nerve, exposing all my desires and feelings with kisses so intense I could never imagine there could be such pleasure and pain in longing and release. She devoured me as we kissed.
No really I mean it. She was a monster who revealed her blood red teeth under those captivating lips, and she ate me up. Oh, I feel so good I could die. I just did.
Lust hurts. It is a good hurt.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.