In that moment when your taste exploded across my tongue, my mind ceased and my senses took hold. I wanted to feel your touch. Smell that intoxicating scent of you. See nothing but you. And revel in the sounds I elicited from your throat.
I desired to taste every inch of your skin, and spend my time driving you higher beyond anything you ever felt. The only question was how long it would take before lights would explode behind your eyes, levitating you off the bed with the force of a thousand setting suns across blazing horizons while you come undone.
And then I intended to start all over again.
© Sarah Doughty