Remnants

 
Do you remember that evening when we shared a bubble bath as we soaked underneath the soft ambient tone of sandalwood scented candles burning in the background, and you told me to sit on the edge of the tub as you reached for the shaving gel and the razor blade, with that mischievous look etched upon your face ?
 
I knew what was coming as the passion in your eyes always captivated me, particularly, in those moments.
 
You said nothing as you knelt in front of me, and parted my thighs whilst squirting shaving gel on my cunt before massaging the gel to a foamy texture, right before dragging the razor blade methodically up and down until I was entirely smooth and bare.  
 
It became your signature when preparing me in a ritualised manner for you to then devour, bringing me to the edge of so many little deaths.
 
Then, you'd peer at me for a moment with a look of awe upon your face as if you had never seen a woman spread bare, and glistening just for you, with a searing passion in her eyes that spoke the language of a sacred love.  
 
It didn't take you long to graze your tongue over my thighs as you pinched and pulled both my nipples hard, before kissing me deep and passionately, forcing a sigh of pleasure to slip past my lips from the moment of pain you inflicted as you sensed the hunger that I had for you, had equalised yours whilst plunging your fingers into my plush velvety cherry pink walls.
 
A sign of what else was to transpire as you made a woman out of me from the front to the back and the side, time and time again, until I was swollen, gaping and dripping from your raw love notes.
 
Do you remember how we feasted upon one another as if we were both famished, from dusk to dawn, until all we could taste upon our lips and fingertips, were the remnants of the love we made ?
 
Hmm. Well. Neither can I... but !