"He Strikes"

He asks, if he may kiss you. You just smile, no answer is necessary. His initial kiss is just a flirting of your lips, his tongue lightly flicking against your lips. He is merely asking, do you want his kiss?
The tip of his tongue runs slowly across your moist lips touching every part of them. Over and over again, as shivers run deep in his body. Oh teasing you, goes his tongue, now pressing against your lips, back and forth against his, your sweet taste tingles his every cell.
Pressing your lips so firmly to his, your kisses so hot, so heatedly moist. As lips dance with each other’s harder and faster, not wanting to rest in one place to long, having such a need to fulfill his desires, to taste of your sweet heated breath. He slowly begins to trail his kisses down along your jawline taking pleasure in each and every soft contact to your skin, as he pauses kissing your neck, your body starts to react to each tender touch of his lips, as his lips begin gently exploring you.
That is when it has become too late, for now he strikes, like a serpent hungry for your blood.
© 2013 By: H. Dirk Macgrieve
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