The Anatomy of a Kiss...

Let's see...I'm sitting here now thinking, that if I had my choice to describe, what would I call the perfect kiss? Well if I were with someone in particular, and we were in my room, it'd probably start real slow, like me leaning over and kissing ever so slowly, lightly, starting with the eyes, the eyelids, and working my way down slowly, feeling my lips brush the edge of his nose, down to the bridge of his mouth, but never touching the lips. working around, I'd start kissing the neck, the sides, and I'd kiss his earlobes slowly, nibble just a bit to hear him moan just a little bit, and keep kissing, going to the neck, slowly, kissing down slowly, feeling my hands go underneath his shirt. The sweat is pouring now, making his shirt stick to his body, and it only makes us more excited, as I slide my fingers underneath, my fingertips gliding over top, as I pull the shirt off slowly, and keep kissing, letting my lips touch his skin, as I go down and kiss his nipples as they harden to the touch. Adding my tongue, I feel him shiver slowly, and I smile feeling the rection, as move down and start licking, feeling my tongue slide over him, as I move downward, sliding my fingers downward under the belt buckle, I can feel him resist, pulling my hand back, but I fight him, and slide down, feeling it pulse in my reach. Rubbing slowly, I feel him get harder, and harder. As I work my way back up, and start kissing again, but this time, our lips connect, as I plunge my tongue deep into his mouth, sliding my tongue over his teeth, and over his tongue, tasting the sweetness of another's saliva. Meanwhile, my hand is sliding back and forth in his jeans, and he's trying desperately to squirm out of my grasp. I can feel my fingers getting slippery, wet, moist and it's making me happy. It means I'm doing my job. But as his body arches under mine, and convulsions happen out of control, I feel as though I've only done what a good friend would have done, right?