I am living proof of perpetual bliss, purveyor of the steamy and sultry!
Cover me in your kisses. Your mouth is sweetness itself, your lips replete with hedonism and sin and heavenly nourishment. Press me back against the wall and let your lips explore. Kiss my face and my neck, kiss across my chest. Kiss up behind my ear and murmur your secrets there. You can tell me anything, anything that’s true. Let your mouth wander down to that place beneath the curve of my breast that only you have ever discovered. Use your tongue and your teeth, mark me up like I’m yours. (I am my own, but we can pretend, the same way I pretend you’re mine.) Leave evidence, a trail, a story. Map your path so that I might follow, later, when I’m alone and cold again.
Cover me in touches with your wandering hands. I could write a dissertation on their deftness and the way they promise both care and passion, safety and exhilaration. From the start they’ve moved over me like they’re insatiable, so let them feed. Let them take anything they want from my body, let them caress and clasp, persuade and immobilize. In touches feather-light, or harsh and demanding, leave no inch of my skin untended. Raise goosebumps on my arms, grasp at my thighs so forcefully I can feel it tomorrow. Trace my lips and press your touch deep inside. Touch me and show me sincerity, the way you know me that still comes as a surprise. Let your hands speak without words, let them say everything our mouths cannot.
Cover me, then, with your body. Let me shelter under you from the storms without and within. There’s a breadth to your shoulders, a strength in your back that feels like it could protect me, even as you take me apart. Cover all of my skin with all of yours; surround me and fill my senses. I want the scent of your sweat and exertion, the fragrances you choose mingled with the fragrance that is you. When you’re upon me this way I can feel my body vibrate at your frequency, I can feel the way we match. Every part of me fits with every part of you in an intercalation that feels cosmically designed, foretold and destined, or at least that’s the yarn my mind spins as we intertwine. Hold me down until I disappear into a secret only you know.
And when we’ve touched and twined, kissed and interwoven, when I’ve seen the stars with you and it’s your turn to soar, cover me once again. It’s only us here, I won’t tell. I won’t divulge the way we let our animal selves run free, here at the end. With me underneath you, take yourself in hand and finish all over me. Cover my skin with evidence of your pleasure, let it spatter my face or run in rivulets down the swells of my breasts. Cover me because you need to, because I’m not complete until you, in the haze of satiety, lower your head to smell your most primal scent on my skin. Cover me so that my fingertips can spread it over my chest, so I can lift them to my lips and taste you and know that this one, tonight…this one is mine, even if you aren’t someone I can keep.
Cover me with you. If I am a sickness, you are the cure. If I am longing, you are its fulfillment. Cover me and let me glimpse what it is to be free.
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I am living proof of perpetual bliss, purveyor of the steamy and sultry, master of the art of life!
