As the moon hung gracefully in the night sky, caressing my back with its subtle glow through the window, I found myself drawn to the presence of the deity in front of me, like a moth to flame. The room felt heavy with anticipation, each breath heavier with desire as I traced the contours of her silhouette with hunger in my eyes.
Her: -What is it you are looking for?
Me: -You… (Intentionally I was looking for a distraction, consequently I found lust.)
The way her blouse falls next to her shoulder, like an incomplete sequence, like a puzzle I cringe to solve. The way her skin glows like moonlight on a lake. How her lips tempt me with bare existence. The necklace portraying the deity in her, at the same time highlighting the sweetness of her breasts. Like the abyss at the other end of the sea, an abyss I wish I could dive into endlessly.
It’s just mesmerizing, it’s like a calling to all my senses asking me to fall on her flesh and feast on her soul.
And I’m only human, a simple mortal who can’t deny nor resist the calling of a goddess… so I do.
I give into the temptation of her lips and taste the inside of her mouth like it was my first kiss, full of wonder and anticipation. Her tongue as playful as a fox teases my whole existence and I can’t help it but pull her closer and kiss her deeper.
I solve the puzzle of the hanging garment and succumb to her naked skin, teasing every inch of it with the tip of my tongue, tasting the outcome of honey and sea, in every bit of her. I reach impatiently over her chest and nibble on her breast like a puppy on a toy, but I slow down, cause I want to take my time and savor all that is her essence. My thumbs play with her nipples like if they had a direct wire to her mouth, cause every time I pinch them she breathes on my face, so I bring my mouth to the playground and her breathing turns to moans. I suck them and lick them and bite them and they just keep swelling up in my mouth like a piece of candy that never melts… turning into an addiction.
I draw circles on her breasts, tracing her aureolas over and over, then I fit it in my mouth again, and lick. She grabs my head, entangling her fingers in my hair, and pulls me inside of her chest, as if asking me to taste a piece of her heart and soul, then she pushes me under, as if showing me the route.
I pass by her waist, kissing everything there is in between, and I pause to tease her, blowing and kissing the edge where her panties lay. I notice a spot on them that wasn’t there before, so naturally… I taste it, and I realize that by removing them, there’s more.
I bury my face between her thighs, and her sex burns like the Library of Alexandria, full of mysteries that I crave to reveal. I use my tongue to read her like it was braille, and every word reads “deeper”, so I push it deeper in her chambers, tasting a sweet nectar that can’t be less than ambrosia dripping from within. I use my fingers to help the exploration, and use my mouth to caress the curious button that joined us, flicking it up and down as my digits caresses what might be its back from inside.
I feel her legs tighten around my head and her hands pushing deeper, I guess we’re getting closer to heaven, so I keep the rhythm from her heartbeat, until she lets out a loud, pleasing sound followed by the shaking of her legs and a smile on my face.
Because I didn’t know what I was looking for until I found her, and I didn’t know I wanted more, until we were done.
(I’m starting to fear who I become when I’m with you, this primal being seemed insatiable until it was you.)
The smell of sex lingered in the stillness of the night, I held her close, like I knew I had to let her go eventually. Our bodies entangled in a trance of satisfaction and desire. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, I realized that I had found not just pleasure, but a connection that transcended the physical. And in her gaze, I saw the reflection of my own longing, mirrored back to me like a promise of endless desire fulfilled.
Tears in the sky 