You catapult me through the stratosphere with a single touch. Rocketing across the sky, we stream white-hot contrails of desire. Sparks flying in all directions, setting fire to cotton ball clouds.
Your hand upon my cheek leaves me giddy, the heat of your urgent whispers melt any doubts. I fear that we will spontaneously combust.
You tilt your head left, I tilt mine to your right. I can feel our hearts beating in time, a sinuous rhythm intended for hips.
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
“I’m so glad, because I really want you to kiss me.”