All I seek is one taste of her lips to last me to the end of my days if I am to never know more of her enchanting flesh. The delicate pink color calls to my mind the sweetest Spring Rose bud a brilliant and dazzling pink. Never yet opened to take in its first rays of the mighty Sun. Hinting at the future beauty while displaying such subtle visions of light and dark shades. I wonder as I gaze deeply upon her lips if they will be as sweet as honey or of spice and everything nice, and if soft as silk or cushion like the softest down with every kiss. I believe a woman's lips are a gift of Heaven, they are tantalizing and will entice with promises of the delights they may bestow. The moisture that collects there upon her lips as her passions rise higher draw my attention in closer. Once again I hunger with longing and desire to partake of her treasure filled lips.
Her scent engulfs me as I near her. I would give my life to have more time, even just five minutes more to be consumed with her very being. I curse my fortune or lack there of to not be able to have that. Following every portion, top to bottom, side to side and the very depths between I plan the path my tongue shall follow. The bud of her delicate flower begins to open taking in the Sun and what a sight to behold. I dare say Heaven could never compare. I stare before I pluck up the courage to caress first with my thumb believing this to be a most wonderful dream. A heat of fire burns through me with my first touch and fills me with the need to have more. Delicately I slide my thumb slowly over those lips that inspire my imagination. The heat and wetness flows through the skin to skin contact and draws my own lips forward. It seems I can not get enough air into my lungs as her very aroma intoxicates me, driving me to near distraction. I can feel my control losing and my hunger and longing increase with every caress, as I delay my pleasures.
