You try to speak, words fail in favour of a gasp.

My fingers slide down, slowly, tenderly, intently.

My touch makes you shiver. I smile to myself, and you.

I have you where I wanted you, desired you, imagined you.

I kiss you, hunger and heat, my breath out loud.

My tongue, deliberate, wet; its tip finds your place.

Involuntary twitch, moan, sigh.

Control leaves. Ecstasy arrives.

Your fingers, in my hair, scratching, grasping, pulling.

Driving me.

Like you cannot take it.

Like you don’t want me to stop.

You unravel under me.

And I don't stop.

Your spine bows.

I drink your melting, trembling, fizzing oblivion.

Your ache, your throb, your pleasure. My name.

I have everything to give to you.

Everything.

Take it.