Barely standing apart.
Facing each other the tension builds.
Our breathing becomes ragged and we maintain eye contact.
Your back to the wall and your wrists bound.
It feels like our breathing is making the room heat up and a mist blurs my vision.
My hands gently resting around your throat and our breathing becomes as one.
Hot, moist, impatient, yet the waiting feels so exciting.
Closer, closer, millimetres at a time I draw your face to mine. We both shiver.
Breathing faster, all the while drowning in each others eyes.
Succulent lips, pouting and aching.
The sound of our impatient breathing is loud in the surrounding silence.
The electricity of our first kiss passes through our bodies, slams into our brains, shoots into our hips and destroys all sense of reality, time and place.
The darkness devours us as we do each other.
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