He sucked my tongue until it was numb. My lips went numb as well. Every minute, reposition, attack of the face. Where are my lips?

Up 'n' at 'em, his tie hung in my face. I pulled it as he stradled me. A dive in my mouth. A perfect swim.

Slobber slobber, glistening chins. Love it sloppy. Where are my lips?

Punk-rock boy with pins in his shirt. Stiff upper lip, but ceaseless smiles. Uber-sexy, blond as well(!!!).

Shirt flung-off, perfect torso. Perfectly hairless. Perfectly smooth. Perfectly built. Perfectly porno. Brawny, but soft. Creamy and 'core. Another layer of lust on my part.

His head in my lap with his spine sprawled out. I could see the hint of a crack. I wanted to dig my hands in the man.

Such appeal. Such seduction. I could die. Where are my lips?

It's time to stop. Where is a shoe horn to separate us?

More making out in the center of the street. 4 am. Freezing cold. Shivering lips on shivering lips.

Where are my lips? That's where they went.