“I’m yours”, She whispered. Exuded whiskey breath, whilst her pupils dilate…

The absence of rain, playful memory bitten lips head pushed down, fingers pulling hair, moaning ecstasy the taste between her thighs, penetrating tongue hands on her breasts, vodka filled mouth, floating pill as my voice orchestrates her symphony...

With my hand on her neck she gasped and whispered, "Pin me against the wall and show me I'm yours."

My whore,muse, and my mistress...a bottle of bourbon a page with a beginning, an ever ending story recreating fantasies ink smudges on her neck dissolved white pill and the echoes of her sounds.

A theater for one, written poesy. Branded skin and bruised lips. Recited paragraphs, ashes smeared pages, bourbon lingering breath, soft whispers and simulated scenes and lustful thoughts.

I’ve discovered galaxies when I felt the shimmering lust of your lips...

You will always be that unfinished chapter...

Fingers traced the outlined of her sultry beauty. Lust emanates, mischievous smile, escaping moaning sounds. grasping pulled fitted sheets. She bites her bottom lip as he conquers every part of her existence...

Because that drop of coffee from your lips was the best I’ve ever had...

Lust filled sex drops, emanating fingers, aromatic frenzy and desires. The taste of you. An ecstasy of moaning sounds that echoes as you scream my name. Head falls back grasping fitted sheets, your elixir on my lips exuding part of you...