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kisses raw, wanting. kisses raw, wanting The party had been raging for some time, and we had passed one or four times too many. Taking notice of each other, and maybe the music or the way the lights died in the darker corners of the garden, made us look interesting, and attractive, and after a drink or two, with one thirst conquered another was rising. And so we noticed each other, and managed to brush against each other in passing, feeling the heat. Except you were there with your partner of the time, and I was not, and I didn't really care to be the third wheel. So we drifted across, and around the party, talking to other people, and chatting about the mundane and silly things people do at a party, frequented by friends, work colleagues, and freshly made acquaintances; and we had never met before. And we were aware of each other, a look would pass between us, and I would shiver, and you would glance away for a moment, and check where your partner was, and then return my glance. There was something heavy and humid in those looks. Each glance seemed to turn a notch up inside myself of some dial I had not known I even possessed. There was a back room, where the lights were mainly off, and here some people I had never met were talking and I had wandered in, drink in hand, and realised there was no one there I felt comfortable talking too, and the night had been growing longer, and I was ready to leave; and then you walked into that selfsame room. The room was too dark to see faces properly, and the light tended to die when someone closed the door, and I knew it was you by how you moved, by the shape of your shoulders, how you moved, the lines of your face....and I could see you had realised the same as I. There was no one here you knew well enough to talk to, but I was there, and we did know each other vaguely. So you came over, and stood close, and we shared a few words. I set my drink down, and you set yours down. The usual party chit-chat about life, and what are you doing, and all the time the heat between us was growing higher, the tension winding, and our hands seemed to naturally meet and hold, and we leant into each other, and using the music outside as an excuse we leaned into each other to catch each other's words, and I was mesmerised by the glow of your eyes, the fevered heat of your brow, the beauty erotic of your entirety. And I could feel your pulse, as I held your hand. And knew my own pulse was shaking my entire body, and completely alien to every instinct I had borne in my life till then, I leant in closer, and we kissed. Hot and fevered and urgent and wanting, and you as eager as I, and all breathing was set aside, as we kissed, and your pulse rocked, and your hand pressed against my lower arm supporting yourself, and we were leaning, pressing into each other, and I could taste your arousal, your interest, even your own aroused wetness and taste of your juices in that kiss, and I was sure you could feel the hardness of my own desire, of my wanting, and lust, and passion for you, and the kiss was wet, burning, and merging, from which neither of is wished to escape..... .....and I could not say how long in Time it lasted, or how short, but when someone opened the door and light briefly flooded in casting back the shadows of that room, we moved smoothly apart, nodding as if we had just been exchanging some casual companionable party conversation - though who were we thinking we could be fooling - I still held your hand, and our fingers were entwined, under and over each other, sweatily tangled as lovers might be on the sweaty stained mattress of their love making, - as we stood there glowing, hot and sweaty, and lusting, and desiring, and waiting for the door to close again. And when the door closed again we kiss, hungrily, avidly, intently, blindly, all-consuming of focus and attention and affectation. Your tongue sensually lashing across my own, or breath shared, so hot, and hungrily, as we gasped for air, and refused to break the lips locked together, and through your clothes, I could feel your body, and you would have felt mine, and I caressed the skin beneath, and my senses knew your shape, and the curves delicious and full of your body, and our kisses wet and melting and melding continued. Till finally for reasons of self-survival, and the need to recharge our lungs with breath we paused, pressed against each other, still standing up, somehow you were perfect fitted within my embrace, and I could feel the heat of you. The door opened, and the light came in anew, and you stepped back half a step, and looked at me. I could see reflected there the same passion and desire, the same raw surging wanting and undiminished lust, which these kisses had not quelled, instead those kisses were as if a great bellows blowing upon the embers of a great hearth, and now the fire roaring had taken hold, and we were giddy and needing and wanting, and I felt high as if your kisses were the sweetest drugs I had ever done, and in your face, that beautiful face, I saw revealed the stark unconcealed beauty of being completely wanted and desired. We stood apart, burning, and you stepped towards the door. And I in my discretion waited, and did not join you as you went through the door, to the wider party outside, and as you went to go through the door you paused, and looked back; and I knew then. Then I knew, my body chimed a note deep and urgent, which I could see reflected, and echoing your own; that we would later, later this night, share more kisses, and more than kisses.......... 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