Your Touch
By: ParamoreXO
Her eyes set me on fire every time I bore into those deep, luscious fields of rich emerald. The intensity of her searing lips felt as if the mounting passion would scorch my skin, burning and scarring marks upon me as if I were branded by white-hot steel. Every time her mouth watering, fruity tsunami of scents washed over me like the icy cold, gushing waterfalls of my streaming showerhead. Her gentle fingers swept over my flesh and I felt mountains arise at the rousing contact. It tore me apart every time her fingers would curl around me, toying with my hot blooded reactions as my veins seemed to melt to rich, fiery lava under the scent of her skin. I could never get enough of her passionate caresses. Every scar on her heart, I wanted to completely stitch up, to wipe away with every kiss and gentle word I'd offer. Every time we kissed, I swore to myself that I'd have my fingerprints found on every single patch of skin of her perfect, hot body. All her supple peaks would be raw by the end of the night. And no matter how many times I crossed my heart to those words that had burned into my thoughts, I could never do it. If she didn't want it, I wouldn't go there. If I broke a boundary, I could never ever possibly in any human way forgive my wicked, wrenched heart.
Hypersensitive hairs struck bolt up on her as if shocked by a zapping bolt of blazing lightning whenever I ate her neck up. Every crook was captured; every inch explored again and again…always seeming exhilaratingly brand new to my traveling, trailing kisses and caresses. Each heart stopping pump that throbbed her pulse line met my tongue, causing the most divine, symphonic masterpiece of moans to flee into the passion filled night from her swollen folds. The bursting air all around us was coated thick in our scents, her delicious aroma bleaching my skin every second I was with her. It washed my clothes clean, licked me up in the most torturous way. I was starting to wonder if getting high off of it would still be considered illegal.
Every touch she showered upon me just killed me. She was strangling me with that heavenly odor, mangling me with each gaze, and plunging that permanent dagger into my chest with the way she handled me. And the words "I love you" were bleeding through my teeth every time I was with her. Every single time.