I Want To Taste You

I want to taste you not just in passing or in hunger but with intention, with obsession, with the kind of slow-burning desire that builds behind every heated glance and every stolen thought I’ve had about you. I want to lay you down in a field of flowers and make you rain and take my time, to explore you inch by inch with my mouth, to savor your reactions as I discover the exact spots that make you gasp, make you squirm, make you whisper my name like a secret you can’t hold any longer. I want to run my tongue along your softest skin, to feel the way you shiver under my breath, to bury my face in your warmth and not come up for air until I’ve memorized every sigh, every tremble, every pleading sound that escapes you. I want to taste the sweetness of your pleasure, feel you melt against my lips, soak in the way your body responds to the rhythm of my mouth as it worships you without pause, without hesitation. I want you writhing under me, undone and aching, so completely overwhelmed that the only thing you can focus on is the way I make you feel, the way I make you lose yourself in waves of pleasure that start at my tongue and ripple through your entire body. I don’t just want to taste you I want to indulge in you, feast on your moans, drown in your scent, and keep going until you’re clinging to me, trembling, begging me not to stop.........

~ Monsters Lurking