decodation proclamation

his kisses were intoxicating. They made me more drunk than i already was. his touch was a slow high building inside me. I've never had someone kiss me with so much passion and fury in one. his tight grip contradicted his soft whispers. i moved like music to him in the hazy air, the rain pouring outside. the rest, passed out, spread out across the room, we were the only 2 left alive. i remember his lips, made of silk, tasting my lips, before the slumber. i awoke to his soft warm skin next to mine, his heart beating steady, my hand in his, waking him up with one last passionate kiss.