there is a whimsical wandering between your fingertips and my heartbeat
but it doesn’t mean what i think it means as we move betwixt the sheets
i seek your sweet release, my queen, and nothing existing will stop me
so please believe this revelry and prepare for much-deserved ecstasy.
Now open your lovely, little mouth…
The way, on even the coldest night your skin, sticky with sweat, drags under my teeth.
That familiar search, that game we play, as hunger drives carnivorous lips and tongue to melt butter, and find another, a break in you that won’t bite back.
Explore that wet flesh, manhandle those limbs, something primal and of beast, of something carnal and of feast. To fuck and feed, to satisfy need, bite your lip and come with me.
And I’m breathless
And I’m thirsty