“Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.”
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
He has the most beautiful mouth.
Full lips that feel so good against mine when he leans down to kiss me. That curls into a smile when I tease him or a wicked grin when he his mind turns to the dirty thoughts of what he plans to do to me.
I look at this image and what to run my finger tips over his soft lips and maybe dip them into the heat of mouth. My mind drifts to memories of his teeth on my thighs and breasts and the angry red marks he left throbbing in his wake. As each day passed and they faded he would reapply them, often with his fingers buried in my cunt coaxing me on to yet another orgasm.
Sometimes he smooth shaven but I have to admit I have a weakness for the scruff, his name for it not mine. He was what you would call a silver fox. Oh how that makes me happy and his beard reflects that too. I love how it feels, that slight roughness that rubs against my smooth skin. The way is grazes up against my thigh as he devours me with that perfect mouth. How it feels beneath my finger tips when I reach out and stroke his face. He is not convinced the beard is for him but you are going to have to take more word for it when I tell you that he looks cunt twitchingly hot with it.
I love so many things about this man. Beings apart is hard at the best of times but doubly so when you know you don’t have any other options. Every plan we had for this year is wiped out and I hate it. It makes me angry and sad and many other complex emotions but the pictures that we share with each other, not the sex ones so much but the every day ones, the photos from his bike ride, or the ones of him at his desk working or this one, where he is smiling down at me and his eyes sparkle with mischief. Those are the pictures that I keep me going and help remind me of not just the big things I love about him but the small little details, like his beautiful mouth and how good it will feel against mine when we finally get to see each other again.