A blessing.
A fruit.
A love.
A charm.
The sweetness of a first bite fills your senses as discovering anew.
Love.
Lust.
Tease.
Touch.
Evokes a passion that dwells within.
A sex to be savored...
To lick,
Tap,
Touch.
Squeeze,
Hold,
Home.
To enjoy,
Holding in one's arms as breaths trickle
Up,
And down,
Ones sleeves pull as practice begins.
Touch ,
Crave deep that touch.
Hold me.
Want me..
Have me...
Legs wrapping,
Switching,
Sticking,
Picking up the pace until..
Wait...
You cannot breathe...
Hear..
See.
In,
Out.
Up,
Down.
Release.
So why must I be shamed out of this feeling.
The sweetness,
The fat,
the feeling,
The scent.
Of petals and sweat in the air.
Of the smooth breeze hits my head as I wonder what life would be like without this.
This tale, this spring, this ride.
As it eases me up and rushes me down.
Oh I love it, to hold your hand as I take this ride with you.
Of joy.
Oh god the joy.
Of looking into your eyes, your smile, your skin.
As it flushes over your eyes open and close.
breaths trickling over my shoulders.
Your cold, beautiful, breath.
Why must I be ashamed of your pleasure?
When my ears heighten and my heart jitters as I feel connected.
Wet,
Warm,
Covered.
Sweet.
You hold my body, fingers caressing my hips, the lines on my stomach, the stretch on my waist.
Rough, soft touch over my skin as I smell your hair.
Your arms, your ears, your legs.
Over me, holding me.
How could you not love this feeling?
For sex is to be savored.
Enjoyed,
Loved,
Given.
When you crave lust you crave the feeling not the sex.
The dripping down your leg as your mind gets foggy.
That is what you crave.
The wetness of your mouth as your breath gets stolen.
The tightening of your hips as the room gets loud.
That is what you seek.
So by all means do as you please, but remember...
Sex is what you mean,
Sex is what you treat,
Sex is a feast,
SEX IS TO BE SAVORED.
