Courtney Campbell

my bicep to my shoulder, and from head to toe my skin bursts into goose bumps, and if I wasn’t an Indian my skin would be flushed, I can feel the heat of excitement growing beneath the surface. His hand moves across my shoulder to my neck, and then he buries his fingers in my hair as he gently moves my head towards his, our eyes locked as our lips touch, and I am so ecstatic I can’t stop my eyes closing, I feel his tongue probing softly, meeting my tongue, and he tastes so divine, better than vintage wine, better than the best Swiss chocolate, so exclusively, uniquely him. He lets my tongue probe his mouth, and then he returns the compliment. I am conscious of his hand moving so that my head is resting in the crook