While trying to conjure up some funky food combinations that would induce such sensual pleasures, enough to make one’s palate dance and tingle,

suddenly,

I’m missing his kiss.

So sweet, so cute, so bashful.

The only one that I’ve had thus far that melted my body to a languid pool of pulsating biological mess. I wonder if I did raise one leg up?

I like to peep when kissing. Him closing his eyes with the night light softening his chiseled angles, god, that kiss was heaven. I feel like a demure princess when he tried to run his fingers through my hair,  which was erm, kinda weird because of my crazily short hair back then. Haha. Anti-climax, right?

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July 18, 2010

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