Lustful

I take your lips and trace each curve with my nimble fingers.
So soft and gentle, but yet so hungry. They urge closer to mine; I clench the pink slips with my nails, digging them in, not yet.
Your response makes me squirm, your nails digging into my back.
And I love it.
Lunge again, this time for my throat. A giggle escapes me and I push you to the side.
Not yet.
I breathe winds on your neck, slowly sneaking up, hinting the lips again.
You can’t resist at this point, I can’t either.
This time, I savagely grab your mouth with my own, to taste you would satisfy my hunger.
For now.





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