Staring into your eyes as we have flowed so naturally into the more urgent yet natural need to babe nothing separating us. Hands tugging at your shirt.
Shaking free of the blouse and bra and pulling at your shirt the need to free each other from the clothing barrier growing. Kisses falling in between articles removed.
Our kiss is only broken as we strip our clothing. After a moment we are both completely topless, my arms wrapped around you pulling you tight against me, finding joy in the skin to skin contact.
Now we only break the kiss for the nuisance of needing air to breathe.
Fleeting breaks for breathing not causing too much separation of our bodies. Hands caressing over the muscles of your back as we press tight against each other.
Hands spread over your back. One reaches over and plucks a red jungle flower and tenderly traces its red-orange petals over your cheek and your lip before fitting above your ear into your hair.