First kiss doesn’t meant that much, just a way to go further. I’m not into happily ever after. There’s no woman I need that badly. Don’t get me wrong, it feels great. All of them do. And I work for that first kiss. Compliment her hair, her clothes, her perfume. Tell her how beautiful she is tonight. I listen to her, draw her in. That’s what it takes. My first touch is careful, even calculated. I know she wants it soft. Wants it to mean something. And it does mean somethng. I make it mean something. There’s nothing sexier than a woman’s eyes when she knows I am about to kiss her for the very first time. Full of anticipation. Hope. I move slowly, don’t want to scare her. It means something to me too. Doesn’t it? My eyes never leave hers until our lips touch. I feel her tense, then soften as she melts into my mouth. There’s always a sound…a soft sigh, a little moan. I know what she’s feeling…and it makes me hard. And after the dance? I move on to the very next first kiss……And Ladies…MY VOICE REALLY IS LIKE CHOCOLATE.

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