Thursday, June 18, 2009

The taste

My imagination is on fire with the words, the thoughts you send my way. I hear the things you ask for and immediately I want to comply.

"Taste yourself for me."

Not a question, more of a statement. I do not falter. My hand slips into my panties, fingers pressing against my lips. Sliding one finger deep inside of me, I pull it out slowly, letting it linger over my clit. Then I pull my finger up to my mouth, wrapping my lips around it.

"How do you taste?"

How do you put into words the warmth that has been building? The sweet taste that lingers on my lips long after.

I can not put it into words, but I can offer you a taste.

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