Leaning in to one another as if by magnetic pull, their lips meet.
Softly, they press into one another feeling the decadence of the other's lips.
A flick of a tongue, searching and tasting, and the hunger ignites.
Hands reach up to stroke cheeks, cradle a face, tug on hair, claiming one another.
Mouths open, seeking the taste of one another.
Bodies press together, desperate to crawl inside.
Teeth nibble lips, jaws, neck, ravenous for the other, imprinting themselves, marking their territory.
As hands roam, they pull back and gaze into fiery eyes.
Leaning in once more, the kiss continues.