The temperature has gone up,
And I let out a feverish chuckle and warm breath.
Accompanied by a silent moan,
I closed my eyes and I saw you crystal clear.
Your hand left a scorching trail on my skin.
I hissed at the searing pain.
I went down.
Slowly.
Gasping at every contact on my skin.
It was you. All you. Before my eyes, it was all you.
It was warm down there.
Slowly.
I kissed.
My chest heaved at every swipe,
And the scent of arousal wafted in the air.
I squeezed my eyes as I swiveled my slicked finger.
I tugged the peak swiftly and I saw shooting stars.
I felt it from the tip of my spine to the stiff bud.
When the tide was high, I dove.
The deeper I sink, the higher I fly.
I wasted no time and I quickened the pace.
My back arched as I grunted at your image.
It was you. All you. Before my eyes, it was all you.
It all took a curled finger
To trigger short spurts of ecstasy.
My body convulsed.
My breaths were heavy and ragged.
Hot and swollen.
My scent suffocated me.