I wish I were honey…thick, sticky, sweet honey, heated by the warmth of the sun, a drop by the corner of your lip, tickling your chin. You try to catch me with your tongue, but, as enticing as that sounds, I escape, just out of reach.
I make my way under your jaw, ever so slowly, savoring your texture. The involuntary flutter of your throat as you swallow causes me move a little faster. Still showing acute attentiveness to your flesh, I continue down your neck and loiter in the recess at the base of your collarbone. As you rise up, your back lifting just a touch, I proceed to make my way, leaving a trace of syrupy slickness glistening against your skin. Your breathing becomes deeper, more pronounced, as I persist.
The heat of your body warms my substance, breaking down my consistency, causing amplification of my movements. Not quite as slowly, but not yet as rapid as I will become, I embrace your skin. Goose bumps rise, taunting me to dawdle, but I can’t, fueled by the fascinating line of your form. I follow the curve of your body to the side of your ribcage, on the verge of veering off to be lost forever on the blanket you lie on, only to be set back on my path as you twist, trying to avoid the captivating tickle of my journey. Quickly, I reestablish my trail and continue to flirt with your flesh as I listen to your sigh, deep and heavy.
Down the slope of your stomach I pursue, further I melt. My essence is moving faster, elevated by the temperature of your passion. The draw of your hip is my goal. Quickly I trace my shiver to the rise of your flesh. Your sigh is louder and I can detect a sense of urgency wrapped around your breath. I make you wait as I linger. My movement is barely detectable, but you feel the secret of my advancement.
From your hip, I can see your inner thigh and change my course. The feather touch of my sticky saunter makes you bend your knee as your back arches. I lick your skin as I advance and you respond with an intense shudder.
Ever so gently I glide down, around the curve of your thigh to the gratifying heat that will melt and consume me whole. Never before have I had the most pleasurable journey…the most desirable path, the most satisfying bond with the flesh.
Originally published April, 2008