© The Taste for... Almost

Through imagination a subtle touch of my fingertips is the heat we feel during a hot summer breeze.
My sweat I taste is compared to the salt of the sea yet nothing compared to your essences boldness and flavors.

The warmth of my tongue as it wash over you brings tears to my eyes.
The sound you make as I open you...
The gentle caress of your smoothness...
The penetration as both you and I meet.

My mouth on top of you are but a pleasure.
I am leaving you this message since I desperately need to taste the salty sticky sweetness of, oh god, sigh...

A chocolate bar.