What You Taste Like

"What do I taste like?"

How should I answer that? Should I say you taste like an alpine waterfall? A spring rainbow? Should I try to describe a Summer's Eve commercial? Should I tell you the truth?

Because here is the truth.

You taste like lust and slick warmth in darkness. Like a breathless 'fuck me' in my ear.

You taste like surrender and possession, like joyful supplication. Like every filthy word that ever drew a blush.

You taste like a whispered secret, like the first 'I love you.'

You taste like sweat and skin and oil and musk and my cock so hard it hurts.

You taste like desperate, lonely need, and hunger stretched into years.

You taste like loving you has always felt.

"It's hard to describe."