carry the sky on your back…

I had to change my panties today when I arrived home; I’d been thinking about you. Trying not to think about you made it worse and the warm, secret-gush of my pussy juice had soaked through. Even now, after changing into fresh lace, I can smell the lingering aroma that’s dried on my fingertips along with a knuckle.

And I think about your mouth, your whiskers pressed deeply against the silky folds of my cunt. Your nose pressed against my trimmed mound. I inhale deeply and as I walk to the sink, I think about you: when you latch on and suck
and suck
and suck…
until light.

like you were beautiful…

like you were beautiful

You hum and the vibration in your bones reminds you of the time I kissed you… there, just so. You stretch and the taut skin stretched over your ribs once again feels the softened tips of my fingers tracing you, like you were beautiful, like you were seen. The steam of your shower seeps down over your body, racing along the creases between your fingers, balls, and toes and I am there again in front of you, with you — the water sliding along my lips as I look up at you and smile.