She was too thin, but her kiss was like lightning, an electric jolt that transformed me in ways I could not have imagined. I wanted, over many years, her to kiss me, but it was just wrong to even think it. I dreamt of her lips touching mine, her tongue caressing my lips, her eager exploration of my unchecked desire. But this was even more than I desired. This was erotic in a way I could never have imagined. Her skin, slick and willing to be touched, teased me with its need. The involuntary spasms in her hips grew faster and more urgent, as if she were drawing me in to her in a frenzy. And her eyes, wide open, looked into mine, searching for the commitment she hoped was there. And she found it. She found the longing and the love, side by side, ready to give themselves to her.
[Combined first person and third person POV, limited omniscience. But is the narrator’s first person approach confusing?]
Distracted, Mary Lou? By what?
I’m sorry, what was the question again. I got sooooooooooo distracted.
You are such a wonderful cheerleader, Pauline!
you can write a bodice buster, John! Or combine the best of two genres: Romance and mystery.