Today you knocked on my door. This is the third time you’ve just stopped by to say hello. Each time wearing tight yoga pants that mold to your ass like they’re painted on. Each time flirting with me. Knowing my resolve is weakening.
Today you stand in my doorway. A crop top showing your taut abdomen and highlighting your perky breasts and I give in.
I pull you inside, close the door and then push you up against the wall. I kiss you, running my tongue along your lips until you part them. I plunge my tongue into your mouth, exploring and feeling your tongue on mine. My hands frame your face. I kiss you long and hard, all reservations gone. You kiss me back, your hands around my neck pulling me closer. Devouring each other with a passion that ignites me to my core.