Inching closer, she focused not on his face, but his lips. Full, with a defined pout, the moment their breath became one, she salivated for him. The first touch as light as a feather, her body layered with a thin blanket of prickled lust. Her lashes sealing, their lips touched for the first time. This was the moment she was addicted and knew the definition of a morphine laced kiss. She would be the vein, and his lips the needle. Make me your addict.
A.J. Luna
Confessions Of Passion 