I feel your hands before your lips. You're pressing me against the wall, our torsos coming together, we're melting together. Your lips are soft and your movements are sticky sweet. I feel your hands everywhere until I remember your lips on mine again. I kiss you back, finally. It's what you've been feeling for. Now you begin a search for something more. I feel your lips in new places. I want you to find everything. I'm begging the gods for you to find everything. My mind is spinning with all your touches. My heart is racing, my body aching for more. You bite my neck and grip my ass simultaneously and I am more yours now than I thought I could be. I want you to find everything because I want to give you everything. I want you so bad in the best way possible. I can't stop feeling you everywhere. Every nerve has multiplied by 1000, I am sure of it. The heightened sensation has left me powerless, firm in body and limp in mind. I am so very much yours. I am offering myself to you. You're drinking me in, tasting me, taking me. Enthralled by nothing but lips and hands I fail to immediately realize that clothes are being shed. You are kissing fresh, new skin. It's all bright and shiny, and you're playing with me like it's Christmas morning. You're touching all my new parts, tasting all my new flavors, seeing all the new things you're able to do with me. And I just get to bask in the euphoria of your hands and your lips and your tongue, everywhere. It's still sticky sweet and slow like raw honey, even though now you're getting ready to take me further. I center myself, aching and waiting for the moment. It's not sudden like I'm used to. It stays slow, you're walking me there, slowly, dancing me into this new place. We're waltzing, gliding up a hill. You reach my utmost peak and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I feel like I know nothing. I gasp, clutching you, wanting to feel more of you. Keep it sticky sweet and slow, I whisper in your ear. Our skin is meeting in different places. Your shoulder is brown with a purple taste, like a ripe plum, when I bite into it gently. The taste and the sound you make is enough to push me down that hill. It's faster, harder, not rushed but fast none the less. There's a mountain to climb now. We're on a bed, I realize. You're pulling away to gain leverage, I'm pulling the sheets like rope, and I just want to reach the top. I am calling out, begging to be taken there, begging you to be the one. I feel so good, everything on my body feels so damn good. Within minutes we're almost to the top, and suddenly I wish it wouldn't end. Somehow in all the sticky sweet goodness, you swim through and lean into me, assuring me that it won't ever really end, asking me to take the last step, pull myself onto the peak. Then it happens, I've made it. I've never felt so much in one sensation. I'm yours and you're mine. There's something spiritual happening. My nerves have exploded. My body is shaking. My heart is pounding. Then you kiss me and a calm falls over everything and we sleep.