The room fills with the wet, sloppy sounds of their kisses, a symphony of desire playing out between their lips. She sucks on his tongue, he nips at her bottom lip, their kisses growing more frenzied, more animalistic. Their hands, once gentle, now grip and claw at each other, their bodies pressed together, grinding in a rhythm as old as time. Their kiss is not just a meeting of lips, but a collision of souls, a promise of the carnal delights to come.