__________by Tasha C. Miller
I dream of my tongue on your skin.
Swallowing and gulping the salt of your passion.
I inhale your essence and hold my breathe
in an effort to freeze this moment in time.
My fingers dig into your back as I pull you to me.
My tongue has never known such hunger,
such an animalistic need to taste you.
Your skin is so hot to the touch.
My hands begin to sweat and to slide.
Along your body.
I swallow your gasps as you squirm beneath me.
You grab my locs and look deep into my eyes as if to say
"This torture must stop"
My eyes answer "No baby, you're not ready yet."
You let out a scream, not one of ecstasy but one in anticipation of it.
You begin to moan and squeal.
Your nails plugging deep into my back,
tearing my skin…uhhhh.
That's my girl, my lioness,
clawing your way out of the hell of wanting,
the hell of needing
my hot tongue.
Moans become louder
moans become deeper fingers run up thighs
Whispers of "Take it" screaming in silence fingers over your clit
Bodies jerk and spasm fingers slide up and down up and down creamy knobs.
Gently sliding in fingers swallowing mouthfuls of air.
Pounding the bed in ecstasy.
Taking another finger as hungry pussy clinches and hungrily sucks them in.
Begging for more,
Violently pumping a hand,
Furiously flinching finger
and popping wrist, as love runs down hands and up arms.
Simultaneously screaming and exploding
Curling up and rocking back
Calming the throbbing
Pulling hair from your face,
The need to kiss your lips,
But suddenly you're not there.
I dreamt of you.
