Leaving no Traces

What happens tonight, she asked with trepidation

As he encircled her

While she sat on the chair.

There was an unmistakable fire in his eyes

A smirk etched on his lips

He slid his hands inside her shirt

And cupped her breasts

Kneading her nipples

Till they were erect

Her breathing became erratic

Her juices flowing, copiously

He sensed, she was ready to offer 

Her milky essence

He removed her layers

And cuddled on her lap

She was more than willing,

To feed

But she wanted to avenge

So she poured

Drop by drop

On his lips

The taste of her

He found divinity

But the paucity of it

He grabbed her breast

While suckling to the other

And drank himself to glory

Leaving no traces.

©LR