I want you. I want you.
No, I need you.
I need you here in this room, in my bed, between the sheets that caress my own nakedness.
I need your sweat, your come, our libations to stain their lily whiteness, to leave that indelible and remarkable trace.
I need your cock, thick and hard and glistening, shining my lips, skidding across my tongue, sinking into the tightness, embraced by my velvet heat. I need your mouth, your lips, I need your kiss.
I need these walls to hear the deep timbre of your voice, your wanton words. I need these walls to record your sigh, your gasp, your groan. I need the bricks, the mortar to drink in your unique musk, your addictive scent. I need you soaked into the very fabric of this feminine space, onto my fair skin, into my aching flesh.
I need you. I need this. I need all of this and so much more. But more than anything, I need this place to remember, to release your essence once you’re gone. I need the reminders, these erotic and sultry mementos to relive our passion once I’m alone.
I know.
BP
A perfect title for this post, as once we read these words we knew we would never forget them. The vivid, erotic details with which you imbue this piece are precise and arousing. Very well done.
Exactly!
I have memories, memento's that I keep close to my heart. Special times in my life that I cherish. I think you know the sorts of memento's that I refer to, which is why this is such a wonderful and beautiful post.
A beautiful post on many levels.
The need that drives and consumes, that becomes all a force of it's own.
Memories to hang on, that fill the void in between until new memories are made once more.
I know the need you speak of…
xxxx
~~Sophia
BP: Is that right?
Jack and Jill: To have you regard these words as erotic mementos of your own merely heightens my desire. And leaves me humbled once more…
Cougar in Training: Indeed, lovely!
JM: I know you cherish the vivid reminders and remainders. The women bestowing them upon you are very lucky, J…
Southern Sir: How right you are, SS. It does become a force. A force, a torrent, an overpowering wave that I can not tame. Thank you for your lovely feedback yet again…
Sophia: I knew you would, my sweet…
May I just say dear Minx.. that the feeling is mutual.
Terribly so.
bhp
Yes, you may say it, bhp. Over and over again…