i throb to know you

the different curves and tastes

the perfect ending

The feeling burns hot

Each breath hurts, my eyes refuse to

Move, as lust consumes.

To taste of nectar

As it trickles past my lips

To have it again

in the desert you

can abstain only so long

before oasing

Your hair in tangles. 

A strand of thick, clear liquid. 

Our bodies go limp.

Licking my way

Nipple-to-nipple

Mouth offering a soul