Thinking back to a time when love simply oozed itself all over the place.

It was everywhere.

Warm, melted, sweet, creamy love. 

Couldn't get enough of it.

Craved it.

Had to have it.

More was never enough.

Dessert before meals.

Irresistible.

Wanton.

Forbidden.

Delicious. 

You just want to taste it.

Swirl its textures in your mouth.

Sweeter each time.

Hearts pounding for more.

Seconds, please.

More.

Love the taste of your love.

Love it any day of the week, morning...noon...or night.

In the middle of the night.

Love rules.

Sleep waits.

There's always tomorrow.

The taste of you lingers on my tongue.  

It searches for you in the corners of my mouth.  

So creamy, sweet, soft, melting into drooling pools of hunger.

Haven't you had enough yet?  

So dizzy and in need of rest.

Not for long, sweet bliss.

I will want you more in minutes.

Just a moment to linger in your scent, the tingling left on my skin, the impression of your weight, the luxurious fatigue that leaves me delirious with desire.

Soreness so sweet as to beg for just a small encore.  

Another helping of you.

Froth me one more time

Stir me into a frenzy.  

Drink me into your heat.

The burning sensation you left on the tip of my tongue.

So worth it.

Lost sensitivity.  

Temporary.

Still want more of it.

Can't help myself.

No restraint for this.  

You have me in your spell.

If only in my dreams...

"I'll have another large soy latte, extra shot, with whip, please." 

 Yummy!