Erotica
The Feast on Life
Nov 6 · 2 min read

Do you know what I think about as you set camp in the valley between my legs? Not my impending climb to climax. I’ve risen above the mountain peak already.
Now, I’m face to face with my Creator.
Your tongue plucked and coxed open the doors to Heaven like a master locksmith. Every lap, every suckle, every heated breath drew me closer to the definition of my existence.


