The Body and The Blood

This journey is one you know well. You are an experienced traveller on this road, but the ride never gets old for me. 

There are check points, my neck, my chest, the great plain of my stomach, where you browse like the fawn amongst the lilies. This expanse of white flesh, prior to the oasis, holds so much anticipation. There is a delicacy to the event and there is worship along the pilgrimage, there is indulgence and violation in equal parts. Like the apple and serpent, I am desperate for you to taste and be taken and caught up in the pleasure and knowledge of the act and the creation of feeling.

It is hot down there, warm and swollen and fleshy, the skin raises either side, like a valley with a slithered core. You are reaching the land slowly, running your tongue and fingers the length of my body, trying not to race to the bottom of the pit, though its hard to resist. This is the area of your most interest, you dive between my thighs, duck into the darkness, head down and face to the floor. 

Your lips trace mine, flesh on flesh, your spit slipping wetly across me. I am winged and opened by a push of the tongue between the folds of my skin. You pull away gnawing at my thighs, brushing your nose against the mound of venus that peaks on top of the split in my legs. You run your tongue along the join where my thighs reach my pelvis, I am spread leg like a mannequin and you are painting with your mouth. You are always in control and you can give or take away instantly.

You split those lips with your tongue again, quickly, sufficiently. I make a sound. I am almost stung with the pleasure. Medically you stretch me apart with a hand, exposing my vulnerability. I am pulsing and swollen. I am fleshy and greedy and needing. You lap at me indulgently

It feel filled with light and radiance. There is a purity and a generosity to the event, but a motive to your actions. I lay on my back with my eyes closed, a hand scrubbing against your thick hair, and a feeling of fire under my skin. I am burning and alive and half away and perfect. 

Your tongue connects to the swollen throbbing flesh and fluid drips from me, pearlescent white pleasure running from a crack in the river bed. It appears to flow from everywhere. It makes us sodden. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are dark and you are pushing me towards a goal. I leak everywhere. I soak us like cotton and I moan and ache with my voice and my body

You take that smallest point of pleasure between your lips and you suck it gently and rub it against your mouth. I cannot resist moving. I rub myself into your face, suffocating you in my wet warmth and urgency. I am thrusting my hips towards you, I am purring extremities into the air and I am aching to be filled. Your fingers slip inside me and I am internally blessed and grateful. We are one flesh. Fingers dunked into the deepness and darkness you spread me open, rub me and thrust into me.  Fingers on that rough patch of nerves in the dark I am bucking and lifting and lost in my actions. Back arched and arms stretched like a deity I gyrate my hips and fuck your mouth. You are lapping greedily and dining on me. I am chasing my own feelings and I am engorged and leaking. 

I give myself to your limbs completely and we are sinning and I am in heaven.