The first taste of her,
glossed in a smothering of cherry chapstick
on smooth, heart-shaped lips…
My hands struggle to unhook her bra.
Laughter at my inexperience
tumbles from her lips like
bed sheets of silk rolling to the floor
in a heap where we
tossed them off the bed.
She lets me touch her where I please,
my eager hands overflowing with excitement,
my breath burning the air
when we part lips to take a breath.
Shivers dance along my vertebrae in skin slippers.
My eyes widen at the sight of her naked,
her pale body arousing the bird of passion within me.
I become wet at the sight of her parted lips
and vibrant green eyes flashing with a violent glimmer.
This side of her scares me for a moment,
and I hesitate before pulling her into my arms.
Our breasts meet, their pink tips kissing
like our lips. She locks one leg around me,
the other between my legs, parting them
enough to slip her fingers inside me. I
let out a sigh, catching my breath in my mouth
before her lips pull away.
She giggles at the look on my face, and
it slips out from her lips in a thrilled rush.
Her fingers move inside me,
and I let out a moan of pleasure.
Her lips catch mine, and we are once again
leaping over the edge of the world
as she pushes me back onto the bed,
kissing my neck, her mouth traveling further down
until her lips meet my entrance and her tongue
slides into me, hot and wet against
my pleading flesh. In seconds,
her name is rising from my lips;
my heart thrashes against its cage, trying to keep up
with the pleasure coursing through my veins.
The final moment crashes into me,
and for that single, sensual moment,
I feel every nerve, every vein, every hair,
pore, tissue, muscle...coming to life...
I awake at dawn to the sound of her soft breathing,
her head tucked in the curve of my arm,
her cheek resting on my curving breast,
her arm draped over my stomach, fingers
curled around my waist,
and the first taste of her lips still sleeping on my tongue. |
Submission Name: The First Taste
