I tasted his nectar on my tongue. His sweet lips, wrapped around mine like a warm summer night, were like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Enjoying the warmth of his embrace, I felt electricity rushing through my body with each breath we shared. Our mouths locked together like a hot Mezcal bottle that could not be broken. His luscious lips were the stuff of legends. I could feel our connection to each other. Puerto Vallarta had never tasted so divine.