A kiss, he started me with his kiss, his lips, his mouth traveling down from my neck to my spine, loving and awakening my soul, searing my skin with his print.

My ears filled with all the secrets of our love, of all of our delicious sins, his desires and wants. I crave him, in every desirable way, every facet and nuance of his soul. 

My body is a flower blossoming under him, taking and receiving his lust, his love.