Seasoning Love

Salt, Spice & You

My lips ride along your flesh,

your hands grasp, pull,

tug at me,

insisting, begging, pleading,

demanding.

Sweet salty droplets lace each nipple,

each, rock hard, quivering,

and I lick away that spice from you,

to feel you rise up,

sigh,

cry out,

echoing words, “Just you, baby.”

Thighs splayed,

tightly wrapping me to you,

pulling, yearning,

demanding to be fed passion.

Our bodies mesh,

hands circling around one another,

legs locked,

bodies thrashing in unison,

with desire,

and the spice covers us.

This is but the beginning,

to be repeated,

without question,

without demand,

but instead, insistence,

for we both have this need.

You for me,

I, for you.

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So ends this month's theme. But, March will bring about another theme: Haiku's ... and a couple challenges befitting what March holds. I take out this moment to thank everyone who came along for this ride. Your words in your comments were wonderful and I thank you all from the bottom, to the top, and middle of my heart.