The Taste of Her
The Lady Andariel
Copyright 10 06 2024
Oh the taste of her. Like a dark musk covered in salted caramel. I can’t get enough.
My need for her eclipses my thoughts and I’m wrought with frustration. I need her. I dream of her. She encompasses my imagination. I want to suckle at the source of her fountains. I desire deeply to give her the same pleasure. She invades my every dream. My body pulses with a feral need. A growl escapes my throat. I’m drowning in the dream of her. Like a huntress seeking a prey. I want to bow to her and pray. To give her the satisfaction of this ethereal bliss. To lay my kiss upon the softness of her lips.
She is my muse and to swim inside her is my only wish.
The Taste of Her
By:
The Lady Andariel 