Do you love kissing the way I do?

When our lips meet and everything around becomes just a background.
Breaths mix in a way that is no longer yours or mine.
The movement of our lips creates a music only our bodies can hear.
I feel our hands searching for answers where words fail.
And even the slightest touch echoes inside me longer than one could imagine.
This moment is full of whispers and soft moans that need no translation.
Do you feel it too, or is it just me getting lost in these sounds?