I gaze upon thee, my forbidden fruit. Fresh from the shower, your skin supple, smooth. How I long to taste, to caress your surface with my lips. I reach for you, hesitantly ~ although I crave you, dare I take the chance?
A touch, a gentle slide of my finger across your delicate skin ~ feeling every detail as if reading by braille. So inviting, yet... Thoughts of morals cross my mind, calling out from faces unseen. Words of caution, words telling me I shouldn't touch you ~ that even though your beauty temps me, I must refrain...
Hesitation turns to frustration. Dare I reach out, taking you in my hands? Should I risk placing my lips on your waiting, bare skin, still wet from the shower? Probably not... Questions without definite answers (or rather answers I do not wish to hear), the barrage of thought is overwhelming!
Reciting a rebellious statement, "Rules were meant to be broken," I reach for you, pulling you close without further hesitation. I can smell your sweet fragrance, like delicious nectar waiting to be devoured. I breathe in your essence, my heart beating rapidly, knowing I've crossed a line ~ if I take one more step, there is no return... Lust consumes me and placing my lips to your skin... I bite.
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Very well done. I love that you put a spin on the prompt and made it dizzy as hell. THIS is what I was looking for. Love, Lane
