Voluptuous, curvaceous frame, legs long with a natural strut.

She was elegant milk chocolate in motion.
Essence of intelligent flirtatious alluring femininity with caramel honey kissed skin.
Her face was youthful with the hint of subtle lines of wisdom added in.
Her movements were purposeful and showed she possessed a state of focused hedonistic equanimity.
Her presence was regal. Powerfully demanding your complete attention.
Only the most worthy have had the pleasure of what’s to come.
Her eyes are low almost almond shaped as if she is sizing me up, moving in for the kill.
Deciding if she would partake of me and I of her.
The decision was made long before we made it to her lair.
She simply wanted to make me wait.
Draw out the anticipation. See how much of her delicious taunting I could take.
Until she was ready and could not take any more herself.
Our bodies together melted and I enjoyed tasting her til the last drop with remanece lingering on my fingers.
Is this what divinity is like.
Is this what it is to taste the ambrosia of the Gods?!
Hungrily I devour her again and again. Attempting to consume her til she becomes part of me, residing in my DNA.
Sweet sticky sweat covers us like the after birth of a child.
All is new seen through these eyes.
All else has been forgotten.
All that is known is this moment…

I awaken and am waiting to forget all else for that moment…