the bite

please, let me lay you face down on a cool sheet and feed on your flesh. you need never know who i am. let me tease your back with my finger tips, trace the curve of your cheek, run my tongue along your crevices. let me bite. please. i want to feel the meat of you between my teeth, not hard enough to leave lasting marks, but enough to make you squeal. i am aching, this now familiar longing consumes me and how can i appease this need? i want only to worship your body, to hold you down, gently but with conviction, and bite...there. your shoulder. there. your neck. there. your thigh. there. your ass. there. your calf. there. to your lip. you decide?

i didn't know this fire to explore would be so great. i know i can be frightening at times. but i am trustworthy. you can relax, face down. no work is required of you. i can touch myself from behind you, breathing hard in your ear, taking in the heat off your body, the smell of you. i can rub my swollen self, biting again, your back and feeling you, despite yourself, begin to breathe into me as i come. i bite again.