The Deadliest of Sins…

Lust

Eating

Gnawing

Growling

Growing desire

Desiring just ONE touch

To feel the softness of the skin

To test the texture

Begging to feed the hunger

THAT lust, slowly

Destroying

…the deadliest of sins.

The mere brush of his lips makes my pulse quicken.
The heat of his sweet breath ignites my sex.
I feel the sizzle run down my spine.
I feel the pulsations between my legs.
Intoxicated.
My breath catches.
Breathless
Awaiting a mere
brush of his lips.