He and She are sitting on the sofa in her apartment.
He slides a little closer, draping his arm around her shoulders.
She turns to say something, He does too.
Their eyes meet and there is a moment of insight,
Both realizing what is about to happen.
They lean into each other, eyes still locked.
Lips barely touching, breathing one anothers breath,
He tentatively slides the tip of his tongue,
Around, just inside her slightly parted lips.
Tongue tips touch for one brief second,
Radiating currents of heat are exchanged.
They press their lips together more firmly,
Heads slightly tilted, lips opening, his tongue growing bolder.
She moans softly as He enters her mouth.
Suckling as a baby at breast, She welcomes his intrusion.
He lowers his mouth to pull her bottom lip between his.
As He pulls away, they are still joined for a moment,
By a glistening strand of their combined moisture.
The moment passes, the passion remains.