Enough

When you're kissing, when you're in the moment, there's a point where you don't even wanna kiss, you just wanna feel it. That's what it feels like when his lips are on mine. They're soft and plump. His nose is made for me to nuzzle. His smooth cheeks are mine to tickle with my nose and fingers. Kissing him is like tasting the sweetest thing on earth. It gives me a feeling in the lowest part of my abdomen that I can't quite explain. I sigh constantly. The way his hands feel on my skin, the way I can't catch my breath when he's kissing my neck, when his teeth are grazing my breasts, when I'm straddling him and he's gripping my hips...it's almost too much. And yet it is never, it will never be, enough.