Arrhythmia

Arms tight across my wide stature, she emits comforting sensuality. She indulges in romanticism with a simple touch; plump, cushy moisture atop my dehydrated cheek. An infarction ensues as I choke, overwhelmed with exotic notions of reciprocation. You don’t know what you do to me, we exchange, both trembling; starved. I caress with my quivering hand; admiration of the silky smooth. Eyes engaged, we lust, we stare, and we share – the passion. With a simple lean, we meet; a post-fusion texture of suction sounds, a salivary exchange amidst warring tongues…