The Thirsty One
Those with an oral addictions should be celebrated, embraced and given what they need.
She wakes with a phantom taste on her tongue, A phantom ache that she cannot outrun. It’s not just hunger for food or for wine, It’s a burning, a need, a divine design. She thinks of the weight of him, standing at attention, The glorious, heavy, thick erection. She imagines the look in his eyes as she drops to her knees, The power she holds, the deep, aching squeeze. She thinks of the velvet skin, the heavy, thumping vein...