My lust for him bubbles over; consuming my every thought and temping the lines of my sanity. I sink into his beauty and drown in my longing. To be featured in Little By Little: March 2017.

I’m consumed with thoughts of him.
His scent.
The light in his eyes.
The curvature of his lips.
The wrinkles of his skin and
the beautiful paths of his veins.
I want to run my tongue along these paths
and follow it up with a train of sugar laced
I want to know at the soft skin of his collarbones.
Go chest to chest,
hip to hip.
I want him on me.
I want to in him.
Like a fine glass of scotch, he goes down smooth.

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