Surface Tension


Your tongue on my lips, your fingers on my cheeks, your eyes locked on mine, the energy between us is palpable, pulling us inward and outward at the same time.

Slowly I run the tip of my tongue along the inside of your thigh, salty with sweat, your muscles stretched and tense in response. Contact never breaks as we revolve around each other in slippery sensuality.

Then I hear you say my name and the tension breaks and I start to slide beneath the surface, and you wash over me as together we sink into the deep well of desire that brought us to the surface in the first place.

Photo by Molly Montrevoir.

~ by Molly Montrevoir on June 25, 2007.

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