I can still feel the press of his lips, soft and harsh at the same time. In an instant the dingy, rainy day turned into a rainbow of explosion, suddenly the sun was pushing its way into my space, giving me no other choice but to be consumed by his light.
He lit a fire that had been barely embers for years. Flames erupt, consume; they lick at my ribs and kiss my thighs. A fireplace on a cold snowy day, his scent burns my nose and swirls within my mind. All consuming, and I am so ready to be swallowed.
The desire that I had tied tightly, bound by my control and my walls, bursts through like a failed dam, gushing from within me. I am ready. A simple touch, a moment of intense passion.
I wanted to dive head first into his complexity.
I wanted to feel his heat from within, all over, consuming and raw.
Wait. Not yet. Just a taste of what is to come. Enough to keep me coming back over and over.
I want him and his kiss told me he wanted me too.
-Pandaish
