I can feel your soft downy hair on my face and its velvet caresses and excites me.
The sweet softness of your skin encourages my tongue and tempts my teeth,
I want to bite, to devour, to feast as I take my first taste,
The sweet honey seeps into my mouth and I drink the nectar,
my thirsty tongue lapping at your seeping wound.
I am intoxicated by the sugar odour that crawls through my sinuses into my brain, confusing and delighting my senses,
controlling me with urges undefined.
My mouth tingles against your wetness and I lick my moistened lips,
catching every drop of your treasured gift.
Every suck brings forth more and more of your heady juices and I am overcome, delighted and sated by you once again.
To eat the forbidden fruit … such a sweet, secret feast…