THIRST

Tasting the warmth from her lips as if suckling dew from the petals of a blooming flower, she had all she needed. In this moment, her mind was at ease and her soul at peace. Calmness,  though, was soon overrun by the intoxicating scent emerging from her lovers bountiful  offerings. Neediness and hunger became an all too frequent visitor whenever she was around.  The essence of her always seemed to fondle her senses,  indicating the yearning that transpired whenever she was with her. Knowing her body the way she did,  her instincts led her to where she was.  Feasting on her softness and lapping up all remnants of her pleasure,  she sunk her fingers deep into what belonged to her.  This  moment was hers. The gift laid before her was hers,  and hers alone.  And as her lovers body finally relaxed itself against her hand,  she knew she would never taste anything quite as  sweet as she again.