Developing Taste

- A single touch, a delicate whisper, a caress of the lips on her skin, she was entrapped by Vessel’s essence. A push, a pull, a labyrinth of waves that took her beneath the depths of his heart. She wanted it all, yet she knew she had to find release, to set them both free.

- The cool night air wrapped around them, the sheets, only entangled them both as the warmth of tangled bodies came and went. His voice whispered delicacies that made her experience an ecstasy she only knew in dreamscapes. How was this man real? the layering of voices she’s heard from him, beckoning her back to this very entanglement of pleasure, this frenzied ambiance that had her mind and heart forever grasped in his shadow like hands. As she breathed out, he drank her in, and they both went beyond the farthest reaches, as the light wraps and bends beneath them, collapsing into one another.

- She explored his body like oceans, more to uncover and mark as hers. New territory. The tides brought her back every time, back to his open arms, lips colliding, whispers of praise and pleasure, of unspoken understandings, sounds of bliss of present moments and sorrows of their long lost past. They were entranced by once another. She was love in every aspect he had yet to know, he was lost in the fog and she was the light, perfect reminder that the scars of his past are what could bring him the solace of peace. She was beauty and grace, charming and yet dangerously sweet, taking away the agony of existence. His hands craved the light of her skin, her essence, wanting to be pulled beneath the waves that were her.

- The moonlight kissed her skin with jealously and envy, never being able to envelope her the way Vessel had his hold on her. The rain danced against the window panes, dripping down like the sweat off their bodies. His lips traveled the mountains and valleys of her body so intricately and delicately, to remind her of the promises he could keep for her. The stories they weren’t ready to speak of the past only made more sense once they were laying next to one another.

- “It makes my blood run cold, of what they have done before,” he whispered gently with pleasure heavy on his lips, his eyes darkened as he admired her from below, searching her expressions for a surrender. Her eyes were hazed, so her body did what her voice could not. Embracing his lips with hers only communicated the deepest emotions her heart could express, her voice lost to the sighs that were sugar on his lips. A moment of calm was between them as she gazed down at him, love and lust glazing her eyes, “I no longer want to feel pain, just you, your body, your love, your very essence, Ves.” She rolled her hips into his lower core that she knew would make him delighted. He had the most radiant smile as he brushed away her dark locks from her glistening face, “It’s just you and I, my love. The night belongs to you.”

- They ascended into the night with passions that bodies could only create, whispers and sighs of the unspoken promises they both would keep, the entanglement between them was like a flood after years of waiting and tension building up to this moment of truth, this moment of love that they so often searched for. The development of taste for one another, clinging to the essence that made them one. ~