digital art, brushwork.
I taste the musky salt on your flesh
And I lap it up.
My lips press hard against your neck
Aiming to devour the muscular facets.
My breath is humid and heavy beneath your ear
And your body resonates with the pulse of need.
I bite; I drag your skin upward with my fangs
And I suck hard, leaving a tattoo of love.
Our hips grind but I am free.
I control you.
You will be my slave.
I lick, I lap, I lust.
You will, be mine.
written by vampvamp.