If You Must Know
You can look at her body, but you will never witness her, nor be the name she breathes into the fire.
If you must know… She smells of rosewater when the ease of her settles into me. She feels like the calm of a lifetime reaching out and setting me free If you must know: She feels like she’s never been touched by another. As if her skin came alive, erect from my touch. A flame ignited between each other. If you must… Her skin smells like pomegranate and the fruit of passion, and feels like silk, the whisper of satin. Her b...
