The physiology of you is so perfect. How your skin flows, so smooth in some places. Taut in others. Every crinkle and corrugation, dimple and pucker, all in the right place. On you. The hairs on you, long and short, wavy, curly and straight. All patterns and textures, on you. Shades of melanin from lightest to dark, depending on where you look. Heart beating fast while movements slow and measured. To feel that beat in your pulse, rhythmic and precise. Wanting speed but needing time. Creating moisture to cool, and moisture to please. Goosebumps on that perfect flesh, only last for so long. Your intrinsic muscles covered in papillae coated in moisture, both yours and mine, press against the hidden pulse. Your friction ridges exploring my valley working double time to increase the tension. Watching veins appear where they were invisible before. Growing and stretching, sure and determined, roped yet smooth. Now slick and slippery with me. Brimming with need. Begging for clemency, colliding,while colluding with me for ecstasy.
E Monique Writes 