Thirst
It wasn’t so much a want
As it was a need
Greedy with desire
Craving his lips
On every inch of her skin
Hands cupping her body
Head bent
Leaning in to sample her aroma
The scent of her skin
Arousing and intoxicating
He opened his mouth
To sip
To drink deeply
To consume her entirely
Knowing one taste
Would never be enough
To quench his thirst
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The intensity of the tone, the deliciousness of the scent, his eternal thirst... linger so vividly.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Magaly! Sometimes that thirst is unquenchable!
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