Savour – Tasty Tuesday
a continuance from Separation Anxiety...
I saw you last night.
Apprehensive of whether the emotion was still there…
It was just a faint heartbeat.
But my attraction to you is still strong.
Your hugs, reminiscent of our nights alone.Your frame encased around my body.
Arms so secure.
Abdomen like a new mattress, your phallus the pillow to my ass.
Seconds of embrace lead to minutes of daydreaming.
I recall the first touch…
Fingertips massaging my breast, treating my nipples the same. Wanted you to suck them, but it all seemed so new and innocent. Did my best to keep cool but I knew you were crack. Like the first hit, takes you a minute to absorb the chemical. Emotions wild. Feelings a blur. Ecstasy appears and your on this surmounted high.
You think its nothing but the next day you want it. You don’t realize how bad you want it, until you taste it again. Each time is better than the last. Inhaling its essence invokes a feeling with each encounter. Slowly you become addicted but you savour each moment as if you’ll never have it again.
I recalled your lips brushing across my skin.
Whispering instructions in my ear.
The strength of your grasp around my neck.
Your thrusts calculated; yet, so gentle. Wanted you to loose control, but it was all just enough…The sensuality of it all transformed the night into this magical land.
An Eric and Sookie moment.
Wanted you to choke me softly but I knew it wasn’t your thing. I wanted to dominate more, but I knew you wanted control…to please. Your wanting to please me surpassed your need to be pleased. It sold me on you even more. Had no idea what it was doing to me.
Like a thief in the night.
Parts of me knew your giving the gift of pleasure is who you are, the other parts knew it’s cause you didn’t want to be hooked on me, like I’m hooked on you. Caught you slipping for a second, but you made sure to pick yourself back up before you fell all the way in.
Seems so unfair being so into you.
Just one last drop of you on my tongue and I know I’ll be fine. Just one last time of being lost in the fantasy of you wanting me like I want you. Just one last escape into your world before I permanently transition back into my reality.
Witch and the Wardrobe.
Each time I step foot into a dark room, your enchanting aura psyches me into believing this could be my life. It’s unrealistic, but those moments, those hours alone – I believe…it’s possible.
Light and succulent like honeydew, the sweetness of you drives me insane. But just a hug from you, is all I need to relive the past when I need a quick fix from the present.
VaughnySweet
