Till My Last Breath…
(By Kivonshe)
I watch him, eyes low, drunk from the bitterness of whisky and his scent (mmm he smells so good)
Candles all around, he lights them slowly, methodically (he's teasing me). He would burn the whole world just to make a flame for me (he's mine).
I sway to the music of our love, the burn of Johnny Walker traveling between my breasts, warming my belly and heating my sweet spot.
Eyes closed, I touch myself. Peeling my clothes off (slowly…methodically) one by one. I feel the air getting thick. I smell him. He smells like a wanton man.
I turn to him in my nakedness. No clothes. No walls. Open, vulnerable, HIS (all his). Goosebumps form as he watches me, fire in his eyes, fighting the urge to ravish me.
Instead…
He walks towards me, carefully, like a lion stalking his prey.
I.
CAN'T.
BREATHE (how does he always do that).
Close. He gets close, lips a breath away from my skin…
He blows a steady stream of air, fanning the flame inside me that burns for him (I ACHE).
Frozen.
I'm frozen in his web of tantric torture and I don't want to escape.
With the tip of his tongue he slides between my breasts. Sweaty with lust (and sweat).
A moan unheard of escapes me and he stops and stares into my eyes.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes."
Never breaking eye contact he guides my hand to the prize between his legs (my prize, my treat).
Slowly, I stroke him, feeling his heartbeat against the palm of my hand. Never breaking eye contact, he presses a firm hand against me, his prize, his treat.
I.
CAN'T.
BREATHE.
He snakes his tongue inside my mouth, the taste of whisky and lust on his lips. He needs me.
He needs me.
He.
Needs.
Me.
On my back I revel at the sight of him. His love, his kindness, his Power.
My Rick.
But different.
Emboldened. Renewed. Empowered.
Butterfly kisses trail down my stomach, I feel faint, tipsy, and loved (oh how he loves me).
The tip of his tongue finds its prize, making small circles, sending me into a blissful frenzy.
Back arched.
Breath hitched.
I.
CAN'T.
BREATHE.
One time. Two times. Ten times. I don't remember.
His only goal is my pleasure. He never runs out of energy to please me (you selfless man).
Just when my mind tells me I can't take anymore, I feel his strength inside me.
Rock.
Solid.
His heart beats against my walls, banging with a roaring urgency.
Slowly…
Slowly he guides himself in and out of me.
In.
And out.
In.
And out…
Bottom lip slightly open, eyes drunk with the feel of me, he slides back in agonizingly slow as he places the symbol of our eternal love upon my finger.
Eyes wide (who is this man) I gasp (I love this man).
Years.
Gone.
By.
Years are poured into me as we rock back and forth, skin to skin, soul to soul.
I can't hold it.
He can't hold it (come for me baby).
Nails in his back.
His lips devouring mine.
We ascend beyond space, beyond time.
"Do you still love me?"
"Always."