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THE SENSUAL KISS™ A short story by Marie

Yellow rays explode over the land to chase away the shadows of the night. The heat of the sun burns up the dew gathered on the soft spring grass. The mist of the fog evaporates in the warming air to reveal a man. Tall and broad shoulder, he raises his arms out front with the palms up to welcome the new day to his home on the grasses.

The wind picks up and stirs the tendrils of the overly long dark locks. Chiseled cheekbones accent the straight nose, firm chin and masculine lips. The barest hint of a smile breaks the bottoms fullness away from the top to reveal straight white teeth.

Muscles clench in the strong upper arms as they rise even higher. His head tilts back to showcase the tendons in his throat. The breeze stirs even more and whips its silent caress around his bare body.

The day grows brighter as the sun reaches its zenith and still the man stands with arms raised, palms up and head titled back. The grasses dew that had long since disappeared beneath his well formed feet reappears. Its moisture drawn into his being to emerge as beads of sweat on his brow.

The sun begins its descent and still the man remains as before. His perseverance to remain this way the day through shows a beauty all its own. His body drinks in the last of the suns heat as twilight covers the land of the grasses. The wind sends up a gust to surround the bronzed flesh and the man is rewarded for his patience.

Out of the deepening twilight a women appears. The fluid grace of her walk moves her bare limbs in silent beauty. The man brings his head down and watches her quiet approach. His body trembles slightly as her womans essence floats past his nostrils. He breaths in deeply so that he might taste what he has yet to touch.

She steps into the space between his raised arms and stops just before their bare bodies would have touched. She raises her head as he looks down upon her. His eyes roam the contours of her face. Brows softly formed over green eyes that are enhanced by beautiful lashes. Her pert nose with just a hint of a slope to it. Softly rounded cheeks flow down to an even softer rounded chin. His eyes travel the lines of her well defined lips. The pale pinkness a beacon to him that he yearns to taste.

The wind picks up the loose strands of her multi-shaded blond locks and its long length wraps itself around their bodies. It tickles along his bare skin and heightens his already enflamed senses.

With the gentlest of care he lowers his strong arms and wraps them around her supple alabaster back. The silky texture of her flesh compels him to pull her even closer. Masculine skin brushes feminine. The differences between them is unique. The man of the sun and the women of the moon.

So little time remains for them to be together. Darkness is fast taking its grip upon the land of the grasses. All to soon he will be gone and she will remain to cool the harshly treated blades with her moisture. She stares up at him in solemnity and he is reminded that without the other neither could exist.

His head lowers and his lips part as his breath escapes to caress her mouth. She draws in an open mouth breath to taste the heat of the day. Each needed more but are hesitant to take. To touch mouth upon mouth is ecstasy but with the parting brings loneliness. He will fade and she will brighten and another long night will pass before they can be together again.

The waiting to taste each other is to much to bare. They come together mutually as his hands tighten on her back and her arms encircle his neck. Heated firm lips press against soft cool ones. The contrast of what they feel from each other only heightens the emotion.

Lips caress and teeth nip. Mouths open wider and tongues clash, to swirl along the inner recesses of the others. Gentle sucking draws them back again and again. Each trying to give the most they can. Heat and coolness becomes a warmth that flows between their passionate mouths. Neither wanting to end their time together. Neither wanting to part and be alone. But alas it must be, for their love was born on the Sensual Kiss.