The Art Of Solitude

Our lips are inseparable, our teeth click and clack happily as they make contact. I am feeling nearly as playful as desirous. Your arms are around my neck to show me your insistence. The sky darkens but my eyes are locked on yours. My hands grab just below your ass. I realize I must have twisted us when my knees went. I am feeling nearly as playful as desirous. A warm stream moves and soothes where the cold had braced us. We kiss hard, so hard that incisors press against canines. We kiss again and push ourselves into mid-chest high water. We float and all I want is to stay buried inside you. Your muscles clench and the waves massage us as we come for each other. I lean in and push your lips to mine and push you to me more. The waves are timing my penetration, making the thrusts harder. I am feeling nearly as playful as desirous.