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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Jun 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.25.20.52.1483]] |
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Sultry night air, clinging to skin like wet gauze, and I would swear you could not offer a morsel that would induce me to eat. And then you say it. Cherries. Perfect. Round. Chilled. So firm to the teeth, then juicy sweet, and you offer one to my lips--- no hands, you murmur. Just...your lips. And maybe your tongue. The game begun I bite the first as you look at my face, my eyes in the smoldering way. The next I let rest on my tongue, roll it softly teasing myself, teasing you before again--- I bite down. Sweet. This time you hold it and i nibble the juicy flesh feeling it stain my lips, and start to trickle down. You catch one drop on your finger, and offer it to me... as delicate as a kitten, i lick then suck softly one that finger, never once letting my eyes close, or drop. Want one? I ask, a voice rich and low, then place a cherry firmly between my teeth. You close the distance... and I know we are going to share our first kiss sweet with the taste of firm dark cherries. Your lips firm on mine, your hands wound in my hair, and in the instant the fruit is eaten I want nothing more than the taste of you... |