You tease me
with your words,
like your fingers teased the palm of my hand,
like my lips should have teased yours
more.
Way more
than they did.
I wanted to run my hands all over your nervous self,
but all I could do is stare
and
want you.
One hour turned into two.
Two cups into four
and I couldn’t help but notice
how easy it is
to turn the bitter taste into sweet
in two short seconds.
(And you did it in one)
I know I shouldn’t
but I can’t
stop
(nor do I want to)
mouthing words of praise
I have for you.
– Chatty Owl –
CHATTYOWL 
Warm streams of molten honey find its way through ice cold fingers. Just few may afford such relief and they are lucky.
Oh V! You make it sound so alluring and mysterious. Lucky is a strong word 🙂
Aah… A great moment that matters .. to resist the urge is to suffocate the mind and force blissful innocence to take a back seat. Well done 🙂
Usually resisting urges is not recommended, but I like how you worded it!
that perfect seductive balance between innocence and raw sexuality
wow!