Special thanks to my beta, Arnel, who puts up with my nerves. Thanks, Arnel!
Why do I love this red-haired boy lying beside me, smiling that shameless smile? Head prop'd by those thick, beater's arms The many freckles, will I ever count them? My hands always drawn to that thick, soft hair. So soothing to run my fingers through there. Melting in your blue eyes, long lashes, swimming in their laughter, not listening until you tickle me. Prat. Cheeky monkey. Come here.
Oh How I love your kisses. Your warm breath upon me Lemon drops and sweet tea.
Your famous appetite makes you bite whatever you like I don’t care, I don’t quibble on my ear or neck you nibble my lower lip, my left breast Even your tongue is mischievous.
And your hands, how they wander explore every curve and crevice your eyes closed that dreamy smile your five-fingered scouts busy, mapping the realm of me.
How I want to do that too. Greedy you. You woo me seduce me. taste me. I don't mind. Later on, I'll have you.
Your body so warm, so close kindling me heat so deep it has no words. My hands through your hair fingers clasp, gripping I pull you with my feet against your shoulder blades. Wave upon wave blissfully burning my sweet lament ardent fierce fervent.
How I want to rake your flesh Your broad chest upon my breast weight, cradled on me how we fit together as we merge become one.
The feeling of you within me. Ohhh... This feels so much better than riding a broom. In our room you hold me, slowly dredge me so deeply. Fill my darkest places. Make me sweat. My legs pull you closer, closer, oh, closer.
How I smell you, taste you, lavish myself with the feel of you all my senses scream my body churns entirely of its own beneath you a horse of foam and spume wet, spent flesh riding into blissful oblivion.
This is you, riding me searing into all my nerves the slow dirge of love forever lost to any other, the joy of two hearts rooted, forever entwined, forever beating, together.