and then you feel… xxx to borrow a metaphor. a clumsy but passionate tango of tenderness. almost as if I’d barely missed in all the intensity you had closed your eyes anticipating our lips meeting and then you slowly open your eyes in a state of confusion and desire… I can feel your heart racing as our kissing grows momentarily softer… its smell of desire driving my mind absolutely crazy… I know just the place
So I take you into the Mission district of San Francisco where on 24th and Alabama we stop at my favorite taqueria and you get annoyed at me for assuming you’d want Mexican food… your lovely breasts resting lightly against my own chest… and many miles to go before I…
