GUILTY PLEASURE

Slowly she stepped from the bath,

Knowing his eye was pressed greedily at the key hole,

She placed one leg on the tab,

Flesh glistening…

A bead of water wove its way to the place he had only dreamed of touching…

She only wished to do what the voices in her underwear told her…

That night the moonlight danced upon her naked body,

He yearned to hold her like there was no tomorrow,

She wanted him to lick the lust between her fingers and spit it out in torrents,

He wished he could unlock the gates between the knobs in her spine and scar her back red…

They had waited too long for gentle reminders of their wants…

They wanted to soldier on through the storm and dance in the rain…

Her hips moved like waves on the ocean,

Undulating wildly as he imagined how he would plunge deep into her waters,

She would be sweet, wet and refreshing…

She would gasp for air as he drowned on her high seas…

Her body on fire as shock waves of desire ran down on her…

He wanted to taste every inch of her and so did she,

He wanted to worship her skin like a born-again believer,

He wanted to drive her wild…

Her entire physique was an exotic art,

Her framework was a canvas,

His fingertips were the brushes of Picasso,

He wished they could create the most orgasmic painting…

The colorful moment of each gasp, touching and piercing.

The door bore the scratch marks,

The bed was unkempt,

The sheets were parted like holy water,

They lay wasted,

Prisoners of their lust,

It was their first time,

She battled the thoughts away…

As the sun rose…

The moment of reckoning dawned on her,

She smelt him one last time and began…

Moaning…

“Do not be shy, she urged her inner vixen, look at the way those blue jeans fit his lean legs. Do not notice how he’s filled out in all the right places”.

And that is how it all began…

Remember;

She used to love being wanted until she felt what it was like to be craved. She wanted him to touch her without using his hands.

Copyrights © 2021 Eva Mwangi

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