I weaken under the sky of his intense gaze. The one that slices sexy every which way up between my… thoughts. I take a breath just before collapsing into his arms, hypnotized by soft lingering daggers. A tender cafuné leads to his devouring of my lips, quenching a hungry thirst. My heart, imprisoned. Flames ignite a heated dance and it is not the vastness of his affection, but the origin of his love, that keeps me here. He knows me… what I need… what I want… and nothing comes close to falling this way. Consumed by his touch… I end. I am completely overcome, swimming in the pleasure, spoiled in the sweetness as he sculpts between the thighs of longing. My body, a canvas come to life with the masterpiece of an intricate work of passion.
© 2018 Mel Gutiér