Quench

[Mi****]

You kneel—
eyes drinking more than wine,
and I smile
because you think you’ve been invited
further than my ankles.

I love when your lips hesitate there,
soft
but trembling with ambition.
As if kissing bone and pulse
might earn you
my thighs.

Darling, you want to be good—
but your mind,
it wanders like a tongue
pressed behind teeth,
aching to slip.

I know you think of me.
Late.
Wet.
Tempting sin as if I were born of it,
as if I wrote the rules and dare you
to break them
bare.

One kiss on your cheek from me
and I watch your legs tighten,
the pulse at your throat
begging to misbehave.

My words?
They are water,
and you,
parched.

I see the way you lick your lips—
slow,
like you're tasting me already.
Don’t swallow too fast.
I haven’t finished yet.

But just as you rise,
thinking you’ve pleased me—
I press a single finger
to your chest,
push you back to your knees,
and whisper—

“Did I say you could?” by K.saffon

[ba****]

Damn you had me all the way to the end I couldn't start all over I would lose it so close

[ne****]

Sounds amazing