SNOWSTORM

I don't know why I am thinking about you so much, lately.
It comes and goes in waves.
Tomorrow morning when I wake up, the ground
is going to be covered with snow.
I have such an attachment when it comes
to you and snowstorms.

I miss the smell of your skin.
I really miss those slow trails down your body.
You just don't know what a thrill I got when I left
glistening, wet trails across your steamy flesh.
Just the thought of your warm pink nipple in my mouth
gives me butterflies in my stomach...

If you were here, I would just nestle in your thighs...
I don't know what it is about that part of a man's body.
It just turns me on more than anything else.
The crease of your leg, how I love to trace it with
my tongue and watch the goosebumps appear on your skin.
Mmmm...how I love to suck on the inside of your thighs...
I think it's the anticipation I love best.

You can feel my hair, like a light caress on your balls.
I am so, so close to where you want me to be, but not yet.
I know how much you like the soft whisper of my tongue.
Just a feather touch, on the tender skin beneath your sack...
I love to watch you squirm!
Of course it is not long before I have one of those morsels
in my mouth. That is when your breathing changes.
I listen for that telltale gasp of breath.

I like to watch your expressions when I am licking your shaft.
The slower I do it, the more pained you look.
But I know the only reason is because you don't know how
much more you can take.
I like pushing you to the limit like that.
It's the least I can do to try and reciprocate the pleasure that you
immerse me in...

I haven't forgotten what it is like to hold your beefy cock in my hand.
And I know the slow, tantalizing way you like it...
By the time you put your hands in my hair and told me how
close you were to cumming, I was sopping wet.

Of course, I had to feel you then.
Facing you. Straddling you.
Bringing you into the inner, silky folds of me...
The very last time, I couldn't even talk, I was in
so much ecstasy. I was gasping for breath and my head
was spinning so hard, I had problems concentrating..

I'm never going to find that again.
That kind of chemistry is rare.
We both hate each other but the fact remains.
No one makes me yearn like you do.
I know I should be mad, because, really, I was
the one that had the short end of the stick.
But the passion that inflamed us, it still
ignites me.
And I know that I will burn, because you are the
only one that can put it out.