I imagine the dark pink wetness of you and recall a taste, quite different from any other.   

I catch your naked thigh as you brush past, on route to the bedroom, and hold you here. 

Deftly searching your warmth, my fingers find what they're looking for. 

The essence of you. 

Your silky venom.

 I drag my hand down your thigh, and bring your trail to my lips. 

Ah yes.. it’s you I've missed.   

I gaze intently as you peel away. 

A gaze alone that tears strips.. 

Tears strips off your nakedness.

We’ve waited far too long for this.