Gates of heaven

Venus in furs remix

"You should do what you want to do," soft words passed though lips burning with desire.  "It's a free world" she smirked as her eyes beckoned me close.  As he pressed close, her simmering heat seduced him.  In the charged atmosphere he began the press against her soft.  He pulled close.  Longing to press, to fill, to become one.  Laden lips grew close.  The unbearable distance is that which is the closest.  Denied only by degrees.  His lips drew close.  In a burning trace they made an approach towards her mouth.  The soft full of her hips began undulated in a soft dance.  Beckoning.  She longed to have her desire filled.  His hands began the trace along the edge.  Where lace met skin.  His finger drew as his palm felt her longing rise.  The kisses, once slow, now began to walk the furious line of holding back, barely, from becoming the animal passion.  Her hands began to pull along his back.  While one hand began the gentle dive below the lace in search of her sensitive skin, he other hand grabbed around the small of her back.  He pulled him to her.  He drew her in.  As she moved to pull him closer to her.  Her soft part.  His clutching draw.  Kisses, lost int he white heat of passion, displayed the simmering fire that burned would soon rise into an inferno.  In the parting of her lips, he found the gates of heaven.