Biting Fetish

You lightly gnaw on the tender flesh of my exposed neck, warm air meets cold skin,
making it prickle with anticipation,
And my heart rate increases.
Your hands run up my thigh, then between,
And I look into your twilight eyes.

I feel you beside me, between me,
Through the thin layer of fabric of your clothes.
The only thing separating you and I,
From Us.

You pull me in closer, and my legs wrap round your waist.
Melding with you.
With your body next to mine, I feel every ripple, every curve of your chest.
Of your body.

Insatiable desire flares beyond my vision, and I see recognition on your face.
I feel the emotions that lie just beneath the surface of your thoughts,
Screaming to be released.

Our bodies move together, and I find myself drowned in a sea of passion,
Ever increasing in intensity,
As blood rushes to my head.

Our breaths come shallow.
Short.
Precise.
As precise as the steady rhythm of our movements.
Sleek.

Steadily rising in a crescendo, approaching a euphony of pleasure.
Breaching ecstasy, and entering infinity.
Eternity.

…You lightly gnaw on the tender flesh of my exposed neck, warm air meets cold skin,
making it prickle with anticipation,
And my heart rate increases…

December 4, 2003