Happiness

Happiness is like breathing - no reason is needed for him ...
There are invisible lips in their movements and touches. They are invisible, but they are given out by sensual breathing, which takes a certain measured course along their paths. Such lips, with special pleasure, look for one tidbit on their smooth back, so that for an instant, for one small little pause in their search and take you with a brief kiss in their hostages, and then continue to conduct a leisurely further search ...
And the heart is so compressed from a strange inexplicable expectation to a tiny flickering point, it quivers with a quivering breath and a loud wave splash sounds in its sound ... Bang! The most powerful surge ... Babah! And there is a feeling, for a moment, that these slightly moist lips still found their innermost treasure and secret code in your soul ...
And then ... They barely touching the point, just below the collarbone, beat with heady coolness at the very center of a warm heart - with a burning torch of expectation - and from the touch there appears a light, chilling soul to its very bottom, with soft needles so sweet and a trembling hedgehog, spreads throughout the body, like a kind of journey from head to toe and back. And you are inwardly arched by a sweet and tasty languor, like a green-eyed and graceful cat. When she wants to be gentle, not a scratching girl.
Such a kiss can be similar to anything: with an orgasm (so strong, vivid and multiple), with a narcotic attack (ruthless in its onset), with the highest point of take-off of the genius of feelings (indescribable in depth), with sensitivity (like a brilliant rainbow after rain), and, in fact, it doesn’t matter what such a kiss is like because it is just beautiful ... Like the coming summer, like the quiet waves of the warm sea, like the evening sun, which does not burn with pain, like pleasant and colorful moments of life .. .