After reading the title, you couldn't wait to read this blog, could you? FAIL. You were so excited to find out who I've been kissing recently, I know, but that's not what this blog is about. Sorry, charlie. However, this blog isn't for the hard-hearted souls in the room, as you will soon discover.
A kiss. Seems simple enough, huh? Well, perhaps. It could be a light graze on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips, but it could also be a gold mine of bliss and rapture. I love the way I feel when someone kisses me, but especially when there's intense emotion and passion behind it. I love it when a man holds my face in his hands, looks into my eyes, and takes my lips in his. But what I love the MOST is cafune. That's right - cafune. I would tell you to look it up, but I'll spare you the difficulty, especially since there is no literal English translation. Cafune (with an accent on the e) is Brazilian Portuguese and is the act of running one's fingers through someone's hair (of an intimate nature). Now, that is truly unadulterated pleasure. And sometimes I wish, more than anything, that I could go home and have just that.
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