tipping the glass to meet his lips
he drained it
but
it did not quench his thirst
he was remembering her
the way she spread herself for him
the sweet sticky
wanna lick the taste off your fingers
taste of her
the way she came for him
the way she quenched his thirst
like nothing else could
AHHHH
quench
i know the feeling, but have never had the pleasure. elle, your pen is a bringer of dreams unfulfilled pleasures we can only imagine. we catch a glimpse and for me elle it is never enough.
admirer of your work