The Unnamed

Heat. Passion. The eradication of my inhibitions. With one scent the coil of my libido unravels. The image repeats. Heavy breathing. A sweat lined lip. A light graze that stimulates every pore of my flesh, commanding lumbering desires to stand at attention. Deep melodic moans provide the soundtrack; dim lighting the backdrop. Lips peruse my every curve, slicking sun deprived crevices with wet intentions. Complete submission. Pulsating rhythms meet repetitious thrusting. Quivers ripple down my tensed body, eyes dilate and meet for a brief second to acknowledge euphoric release. Lips tingle. Exaltation simultaneous to the point of vindication. A faint whisper soothes the rapid beating of my heart. I sigh a giddy giggle, ready to repeat.