I can still feel the burning of your fingertips dancing over smooth flesh. The allure of indulging in something I never thought I’d be able to procure. The aroma of want lingering in the air and the flavor of need as I devoured you.
The sounds of an angel escaping your plush, parted lips as our bodies trembled when we got what we both craved.
Over and over, the desire consumed us.
And I never wanted it to stop.