The Request

        Place your lips here…
To the nape of my neck and may your tongue be quenched from its thirst.
Drink in my essence and let it linger with that tangible thick liquid…
And wash down to the bowels of your temple and into that secret garden, I dare to lust for.

My skin craves your touch and is feverish from the quickening of my life liquid…
All brought on by the dangerous pace of my heart.
Let me taste you…
Let me feel that thick warmness shatter the shell of my innocence and spill forth the yolk of temperance that has cease to be just that.

Devour me whole and allow me to feed my needs into the seams of your lips and the heat of your skin.
Then as we seek to find that moment of quickening and frantic caress…
Of rippling waves of ecstasy and cries of blissful torture…
Let us slip head first over the edge of the universe and release our souls of their restraints.

There you shall grasp me tightly in your embrace and with tightly shut eyes, taste my essence…my need…and my satisfaction of fulfillment.
While we drift gingerly and spent over the velvet, sapphire sky.
No lust lay in these request love…but there within lies perilous need…
Come taste and see….