The Alpha's Rose
It is like all other lips I’ve ever kissed, fade away into oblivion and its only her’s, only Rose’s.
She fits me like a puzzle piece, so damn perfect. I tilt my head and brush my tongue across her seam, and she opens on a moan, granting me entrance to her mouth nirvana. She tastes so sweet on my tongue. Honeysuckle and roses mixed with the maple syrup that’s on her pancakes. She hesitantly dances her tongue with mine, but as we continue, she gains confidence and I love the innocence of it. I feel like her first kiss. Her’s are the most wonderful lips of all time. When I pull away, she has a dazed look to her that I love, and I can’t wait to put that look on her face again.