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