If all I have are kisses to give, then I will start with your forehead.

Don't ask me why, it's just feels like the right thing to do.

Me lips on your forehead, with my goatee tickling your eyes.

Then I will briefly look into your eyes and move my lips towards them.

I know they will flutter and close as my lips close up on them.
A kiss each on your eye lids.

And then.....my lips will move to somewhere soft.
The lips?
Nah.
Have you ever tasted eye lobes?
If not, you have been missing, cos that's where my lips will go.

One at a time..no rush "...take it slow," like Usher sang.

I will take your lobes in my mouth and suck on them.

No, not like a baby will do.

But like a grown man should do, gentle enough to get them tingling.

Soon after, my tongue will leave a trail of moisture from the ear lobes and slide down to the side of your neck.

You know that pulsating vein, the one they say in the movies, "can you feel her pulse?"

Well, that's the carotid arteries, and yes, it's deserving of attention too.

My lips will feel your pulse.

It's not to confirm if you alive, cos by now your hands might be unbuckling and pulling things which proves you have come alive.

But, like Rema said, "baby, calm down..."

A lil sucking, and gentle bites on both sides of the neck, and I will slide forward to your throat.

It seems kind of awkward with your lips just up above, right?

Well, all in good time, for good kisses come to lips that are patient.

Up and down the length of your throat is a good place to plant kisses, and water them with my tongue.

So, do I go up to the lips or venture downwards?

Tony Toni Tone said, "come on, let's get down..."

Besides, if your milk shakes brings all the boys to the yard, then I’m your boy and I’m in your yard.

So down I go...

Lips on skin.
Kisses on flesh.
Tongue lightly leading the way down between two glorious mounds of live, vibrating mammary glands.

My lips will, without haste, make it’s way round the left fleshy mountain before visiting the right one. After all, what is good for the geese is good for the....

I can't afford to go up to the summit too soon, I don't want to start a volcanic eruption just yet.

After vising each sides of both glorious mounds of live, vibrating mammary glands, my lips will leisurely ascend to the top.

My mouth will unhurriedly circle, kiss, and then swallow your vertex, one by one, turn by turn.

No biting, but nibbling.
No chewing, just tweaking.

Just when it seems there might be an eruption, my lips will release it's hold of the top.

Then my tongue shall descend over your ribcage, to the side side of your tummy and to the button of the belly.

Lips on skin.
Kisses on flesh.
Tongue lightly leading the way will head down towards the center of gravity, a place where moistness never cease...

But first, I will take a quick elevator up to visit your lips.

Tongue wrestling is always a delight.
Tongue sucking is always sizzling.
Tongue exploring the crevices of your mouth is always scintillating.

Don't know if this is lips play or foreplay, but my lips are a pleasure giving, exploration device, it likes to delight your soft parts.

And if all I have are kisses, then like Captain America, "I can kiss you all day.."

Signed
Olumide Holloway (King Olulu)