To borrow from one of the all time greats ...
"Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."
Kevin Costner, Bull Durham.
I also love the small of a woman's back, the tiny hairs on her perfectly tan ass, making love over fucking, her reaction when I walk in to the room ... and when I trace my tongue lightly around her neck, earlobes, down across each breast, across her stomach, then ever so lightly I kiss her lips as my hand starts to move over her panties, lightly rubbing her clit as I slowly move down the bed, taking her foot in to my hand and the slowly sucking on her toes, passionately worshipping her feet ... then I slowly start kissing, nibbling, licking and playfully biting my way up the inside of her legs and inner thighs, pausing to enjoy the fruits of my labors as I slowly flick my tongue over her clit, then lips ... and then her body tightens, her legs wrap around my head, her hands pull me deeper in to her ... and then she curls up, her breath slowing and body moving ever so slightly, and she just lays there, content to let her emotions and the feelings of the last few moments subside ... as she falls asleep in my arms.