New LoveI hunger for your sweetness. You are a perfect peach. I can caress your form. I can take you in my strong, gentle hands. I can admire your simplicity and your beauty both. I can devour you, slowly or quickly. I take one bite. Just one and your juice dribbles down my chin and down my chest. And I smile. And continue nibbling, sucking, enjoying you. For you are mine. You belong to me. A succulent peach. There is only one. You.
I hunger for your touch. I imagine you laying next to me. In our king bed. Sheets of softness. Fluffy pillows scattered all about. Your knowledgeable fingers bringing me to clim ax again and again. Sticky sweet love. Slick with sweat. My curls tossed. Our lust and desires rising again and again and each satisfied together and separate yet together. The bliss I have no words for. Just images. And colours. And moments frozen between you and me. Where only we exist and nothing else. No one else. The world disappears. The look in your eyes and mine. And touch. And passion. And lust. And intimacy. And fu cking. And cuddling and snuggling and sleeping with peace and comfort and safety. And wakening with heavy lids and seeing you sleeping and loving you again. Or feeling your gaze upon me. And more again....Someday this shall be. No more dreaming on this. But fulfillment. Until then I have words and images shared with you, sweet, sexy, strong, tender, you. And for your love I am blessed. I love you.