Let’s talk about a man
His scent as I bury my face in his neck
The taste of his skin as I gently bite down
It’s primal, this need to nip and bite and taste
How about the way his smooth back feels as it runs under my soft hands, feeling… always feeling
Greedy and alive
His lower back, taut and ready and willing
To be touched and caressed
And the energy, shared between us as our bodies touch in the most intimate way
Feeling things we won’t forget until next time
Saying things we’ll forget tomorrow
Touch me, with more than just your hands