I made love to her
Open eyed
Days and nights
But that night
I wanted to taste her
When she was barely alive
She was sleeping by my side
Tresess scattered
Her modesty, barely covered
I dragged her gently
To the edge of the bed
Lifting her legs on my shoulder
I knelt on the floor
Tenderly, I opened her crumpled petals
With my lips
She moaned
Still sleepy
As I delved deeper
She groaned 'what are you doing'
But there was no stopping me
For I wanted to taste her
In her sublimal state
As she twisted in agony
I cushioned her waist with a pillow
And inserted...
Rest is history.
©LR