Does the world need yet another love story? Yep.

you whisper to me your heart thumping two-four time and I take your finger tips press them to mine. I want to reach out to make your smell mine and I do nostrils flared your heart heaving my hands reaching tumult ours in that succulence of moistness you and I make open mouth to open mouth quenching that thirst from with this embrace our arms hungry-meet your open mouth smiles making your lips part wide. I feel them spread like marshmallow rain on my already wet tongue humming bird light fluttering gentle tongue strokes mouths sigh. I cup your face position these lips feeling yours taste me plunge to my nape breaths exhale a pulling back and leaning in simultaneously eager passion overwhelms; always does. Red is love's color yellow its joys tender are its mercies because true love's siren calls call me by no happenstance or occasioned glance between us no it is your hands large stroking me manly holding me like a rag doll. I grab at you hands extended on that wide chest fixed on its contours as we fade behind below that silky moon two shadows merging; now one.