Allure

'Tis not long, but the very next day, away from us stealing what moments we may; yet I already feel the ghost of your lips upon my waiting neck, on each of their many trips. A visit to a favorite friend with no strings, become a stage for the joy that flesh brings; at once long-awaited and a wondrous surprise, to hear your delighted cries and contented sighs. A hand on mine, the other trailing soft fingers, you left a tingling on my back that yet lingers; a bite here, a scratch there, a kiss elsewhere, and I was freely lost in desire's tight snare. We varied between laughing at each other's jests, and gasping at each other's sensual, deft quests; my blood rises as I write, recalling your caress, your amative gaze as we felt each other effloresce. A more enrapt and passionate amour I cannot remember, and I daresay I long to once again tend this ember; soon I would replace this echo of your taste with my grip once again adorning your waist.