Taste

"There were no boundaries, things were as they were, and I had no choice but to accept them...and I loved it." - E.D.



I’ve taken a dive into your thoughts
You’re welcoming me into you willingly.
Resting your hand upon my head, throwing your leg over my shoulder as I bow down to you
Kiss your inner thigh to announce my presence…
Do you really taste as good as you smell?
With a stroke of my tongue, I brush across your clitoris,
Lick my two fingers and insert, rotate my tongue in a circular motion
Bracing my hand in the curvature of your back as I explore you
Pressing down upon my head, moaning for me to stop, yet telling me to continue.
You fall back into her welcoming arms.
From behind she touches you, glides her hand across your chest, cuff your breast
And direct your attention to her eyes as she kisses you…ever so softly…pure ecstasy
Nothing else matters… we’re all locked in.
Catering to your needs, I am tasting you, while you taste her…as she tasting him.
We’ve deviated from the plan…lust has taken over and you are now riding my face.
Embracing every touch and every kiss as if it was the last.
Sweat pouring from off our bodies as you dig your nails into my hair…and scream.
I need it…nourish me
Bring me to brink of suffocation and revive me with your kisses.
What’s the point of pleasure if there is no pain?
I asked myself this as I watched you slide from off me
And take her hand, I knew that this was just the beginning.
You had other plans that you had no intentions of letting me in on.
And why would you, it’s just sex…right?