A pair of lips brushing softly over your lips, the feeling of another person’s breath rushing over your mouth mixing with yours.

The rush of sensation as your lips connect and are crushed with his, that giddy rush of endorphins that race through your body, making part’s of you tingle and throb.

The best kisses are when you feel his hands holding your face, one hand reaching behind your head to pull your hair down so he can trail his lips down your neck, then hungrily capture your lips again.

I adore kisses.