A thirst to quench

So soft a caress from my hands, I will explore a land of honeyed mounds and milky valleys. The long warm exhale escaping my stirring soul will prove the burning deep in my loins. The unending pit of my stomach that seeks to be filled with a sweet viscus flood flutters in anticipation. My lips graze the landscape with a hundred kisses and my tongue bathes the countryside as a gentle storm would a prairie. Every inhale drinks an intoxicating elixir of the erotic aroma of warm smooth flesh.