back in; each breath a nearly painful testament of your possession. Parting my lips with Your tongue, You begin an oral duel that is purely carnal. No sweet, gentle tasting, this. This is war and You are the victor in that You have left me completely defenseless. Your mouth leaves mine, and I am helpless to suppress the moan that follows. Your tongue lightly traces the graceful line of my neck, down and across the prominent collarbone where the skin is so sensitive. Head