I love the many tastes you yield.
The soft, fresh sweetness of your lips, tasted in threes.
The silky smooth tones of your skin, warm and supple on my tongue, tasting of pleasure sweat and salt, and rich vanilla evening times.
The tang of your dark places taste like a sweet, heady musk, low and deep and powerful. The taste of secrets and sharing and pinkish sin.
The taste of your fear and pain are a rare delicacy, overpowering, making my head spin with their potency. A bouquet of sweat and agony and anticipation, tortured nerve endings mixed with adrenaline, served chilled, shaken, stirred, on the rocks, and always with a happy little umbrella the deep, deep red of passion and suffering.
But best of all,
my favorite of all your many flavors,
is the taste of your love.
I'll drink of it for all my days, and be always thirsty for more.
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