I Need You To Be The Last Thing I Taste, Your Salt Drying On My Lips, The Final Drops Of Your Sliding
I need you to be the last thing I taste, your salt drying on my lips, the final drops of your sliding deeper into me.
I need your heartbeat to be the last vibrational sound my ears enjoy as my ear presses into your warm flesh.
I crave the feeling you give... My heart beating faster and harder with every thought of you that slides through me, my blood pumping, muscles filling and straining, my erection aching harder for your energy, seeking your release.
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To slide into you deep, as I grip those thighs I love so much.... It be heaven...
I need the moon close tonight... Seems from watching historical documents (cartoons), I can pull it closer with a seemingly average length rope.
If only it was so easy.
Ache....
Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.
I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.
Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.
Now..... It's something different.
It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.
You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.
I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.
I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.
I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.
I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.
I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.
My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....
Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....
My ache begins to build again.
Moon....
Moon.....
I crave you already....
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