Dark syrup

I froze

When he blocked my way

His breath hot with intensity

His eyes, shimmering with lechery

He inched closer

Pushing me on the kitchen counter

What was the fragrance

His musk that was forming beneath his layer

Or the tempered chocolate

Nothing made sense

For I was dazed

Artfully, he released my breasts

Cupping them in his palms

Kneading them with utmost tenderness

He bent to suckle my essence

But stopped

His desire

And my offering

Both staring at each other

Scooping the molted chocolate syrup

He smudged my areola, in leisure

I arched my hips

And pleaded 'stop'

He smirked and whispered 'this is my show'

As I lay on the counter, watching the skies float

He smeared the syrup

All over

From my breasts

To the tiny eye cradled in my belly

Till he reached my forests

And that's from where

The odyssey started

Mine and his.

©LR