Just a Taste

I wonder what would happen if I were to just… kiss you.

Would you accept it? Would you push me away?

What would you taste like?

Right now… You'd likely be greeted by the taste bourbon (sorry… I know it might not be pleasant but I'm sure it could be worse…), with perhaps a hint of vanilla and cream…

And if you accepted it… I wonder…

What would you do, if I placed my hand on the back of your neck, my fingers in your hair, to hold you there… as if you would go anywhere else…

And if my other hand found its way at the top of one of those agonizingly beautiful hips… before sliding to the small of your back… pulling you in closer… closer… closer…

Close enough to leave you no doubt whatsoever of how I'm feeling about this moment…

Would that make you happy? Would it make your heart pound as hard as mine is now, just thinking of it?

And if my hand drifted down from your back, to grasp that ass that I love so very, very much… would you push my back against the wall and bring your leg up, as if trying to climb me?

And should my tongue find its way into your mouth, would you accept it as the gift that it is… wrapping your sweet, beautiful lips around it to suck on it for just a moment before pushing back against it with your own?

And what would happen, ⭐️, if the hand that was on your neck moved down… down and down that elegant back, tracing out your spine with my fingertips, until finding its way under your shirt… then found its way back up… searching for the bra clasp it knows is there… undoing it the moment it's found?

Would it be the end of the world, my hill by the lake, if before I even got a chance to reach under that bra to find the treasures within, you pulled your lips away from mine to look me in the eyes for just moment before getting down onto your knees before me?

And, ⭐️… would the walls come crashing down if you kept those beautiful eyes locked onto mine as you discovered what else it is that I tasted like? If we stared into each other's souls as my fingers got lost in your hair?

And if we then moved to the bed… ⭐️, what would happen if I tasted you as you were tasting me? Would the universe collapse in on itself?

⭐️, would it be so very awful if we stayed like this until your body shook… the entire universe quaking with the release of so… very… much… pent-up energy?

And, ⭐️… if feeling your body rocking against mine… if just knowing that I was responsible for that particular earthquake… if all of that slipped me past the edge, as well…

Would that be such a terrible thing?

Would you like to find out?

Because, I would. I would like to find out. I would like to find out very, very much. I would happily risk the walls caving in, the world coming to an end, and even the universe collapsing in on itself to find out…

Again.

And again.

And again.

‘til the end of time

I am… yours.