Dancing of the Flame

We once were friends, but that was until Romero kissed me. His eyes like melted chocolate mesmerized me from day one. I feel my heart pound like a fast drum in my chest. When he gently caresses me from my hair to my neck as he nibbles my lips my eyes become very misty. I enjoy Romero's touch very much and it is like an addiction to kiss him. I blush thinking about his passionate moan and his loss of control in my arms. It was like time stood still as I expressed how I truly felt for him silently. I, Juliana, became his mistress and drove him to lover's paradise. His low moans was silent music to my ears as I stirred that hot flame of passion. We lay sated like new borns who drank their fill of their mother's milk. I gently caresses Romero's silky hair and kiss his nose. He closes his eyes, murmuring that he doesn't want to go. I rest my head on his chest and count his heartbeats.