You are delicious, like a shiny red apple, like temptation, like innocence. I can be swirled into your fantasy like vanilla extract in cake batter. I want to make erotic films with you — being covered in honey or you pouring whiskey into my mouth and drinking from it like a cup. I want my heels pointed to the ceiling. I want you to rip my panties off. Shove them in my mouth. Split me open like you’re breaking the bindings of a book. Dig in like you would set up camp in my pussy. Make me growl like a stalking animal — make me forget how to talk. Make me speak only in incoherent yes-es and swear words. Let me bite into that skin, taste that flesh, swallow you. Fill me. Drench me. I want it, all that shiny newness. Even now, my mouth is filling with my saliva — my hunger growing. Feed me.
