it was dark.
relatively pitch black.
but I could see your glasses and purple long hair shining in the moonlight anyways.
I cornered you.
you were mine.
your pomegranate pink natural lips so soft.
as I claim them with my own.
it was a softness that made me ache made me want to die and kill at the same time.
but I'm a different type of monster.
the type you can't get over how I taste.
the richness of your lips I plunged just to taste your lipstick or maybe it's your chapstick that had me hungry and starving for more.
my hands caressing your porcelain skin.
our bodies crashing together like waves at the shore.
as my tongue became seduced by such sweetness such pure erotic bliss.
my fingers hungrily seek you.
nothing but layers of shallow clothing to prolonged the gap.
yet I took my time.
touching.
feeling.
tasting.
yet I wanted you bare.
I wanted you naked like painting a canvas.
a portrait of such divinity.
yet you only wanted to be close to my heart.
your blue eyes sparkled obscenely as I kissed you down.
my hand felt the wetness between your thighs.
another softness that had me torn.
my fingers seducing your pussy to submit.
your breasts teasing my mouth.
I tasted heaven till I got drunk.
your ass my hands cradled as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
as we become obsessed with the hot and heavy the slow and sensual.
yet I just couldn't look away.
admiring my work.
my tongue like a paint brush as I tasted you.
unashamed that I didn't love moderately.
but madly.
blindly.
wholely.
as my fingers played in your panties.
fingering you like heaven.
feeling the hurt of hell as I pulled away.
snatching your soul.
as we cuddle afterwards as the night itched away.
©darkmocha
D