Passion

the softest of whispers couldn't control the stammering in your chest when I leaned in to kiss your lips one last final goodbye. Tears would fall for decades almost washing away our entwined bodies remembrance from the night before. I loved you then as good as I gave. My breast was upon you heaving in rhythm to the pulsing passion you filled me with. We had no secrets then or now, and I cannot help but pity the end of this journey with you. You know you enjoyed my sweet sojourn and the way my thighs wrapped around your torso so tight as to gently squeeze every breath from your lips as you pushed deeper into me and forced my head backwards in an arcing motion onto the bed and later, the wall. I have never felt more whole in an instant than when your member was inside me searching and probing my core as if searching for my heart to rip it out. You would if I had given the chance, if I had any heart at all and we both know it, love...lover.

Do you remember every bite and suffer so severely the thought of no more? Oh, we had our fun but it was mutual. Every single mark and bruise I allowed you to place on my flesh as you grazed your teeth across my skin and your tongue over my terrain. I enjoyed the taste of your sweat and the low, quiet gutteral sounds from your throat as you sunk yourself into me time and again. There was no place I didn't let you lie within me and you knew how well to make my heated body tremble with pleasure as you spilled all you had in you, in me. Fret not in the last supper you got my dear. You took what you wanted and left what you could. I, however, am still bearing the bruised muscles of our love making. Before we met this evening I was lain in the shower and letting the hot steamy stingers tantalize my white skin as I slid my hand to where you had been and let my dampened hair fall all about me like a deep blood red wreath. I came, not once or twice or three times but many remembering your deep kisses and the flick of your tongue as buried into every canal my body yielded to you. My lust was full this evening and the scent of you makes it stronger still, but I cannot, will not continue with you. I must go on and so shall you with nothing more than the vivid memories that will wane, for you, in time. You will not feel as bad as you will lament now and take comfort that I spared you more hurt than you could possibly fathom down the road. Your gift and the pleasures we brought out in each other will never be forgotten on my mind.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.