I’m surprised you didn’t feel the things I did to you in my mind last night. As you spoke, I took your words and touched each peak and valley of me to be sure you knew you were in friendly territory. My eyes magically moved your hands to my hips and made themselves at home. I spoon-fed you pieces of me and what you couldn’t hold between your lips, I let drip and bathe us both. I wrapped my legs around you and let them tie sweet nooses of need. Sure, there were other people in the room. But if they watched long enough, they might have learned something. Drip, drip, drip. Our bodies, one perfect shade of brown, slid down the walls creating the most lavish luster of lust. As we reached the floor, we became a puddle that flowed all over the room. Rug burns, baby? Who gives a shit when you get to spend a few hours in ecstasy? My tongue was a savage beast that longed to taste every part of you. For years, I had yearned for a nectar as sweet. Flat on my back, I morphed into an acrobat and contort myself in ways to welcome you. Much obliged, you came inside and get prepared to work. The further you burrowed into my diamond mine, the more intrigued you became about my treasure. You had to dig deeper and heighten the excitement. My moans, oohs and ahhhhs were a pep talk for you and inspire you to continue your journey. Soon, you were worthy of my wonder. Your back to the floor, I took my place on top of your mountain and began to shower you with gifts. First were the tricks of my hips and I loved how your eyes told the story of your enjoyment. I wanted to show you how strong I am, so I squeezed with all my might. More out of joy than pride, I felt you grow within me. The way you moved beneath me became a rain dance that caused my heavy cloud to give way. Not before long, we are soaked in a sea of us.

Perhaps the next time all these thoughts occur inside of me, you will do us both a favor and join them.