Starving

When I write that no lips have touched the skin of my neck in 20 years, you may understandably think that I'm exaggerating. And, sure, I won't claim to never invoke a bit of hyperbole here. But, no, that one is as true as the sun is hot. This body, generally, has been left almost entirely unexplored. I've been starved, baby, in so many ways…

I don't tell you this seeking pity, or any such thing. Rather, I'm hoping the possibilities excite you… Oh, I am not some youthful virgin, innocent and inexperienced. My mind has gone all sorts of places… But in so many ways I am…

Just, imagine. All of the things you're going to get to introduce me to, even if they aren't technically “new”. Oh, just the thought of you drives me wild, but just imagine what your touch will do, your hands, your lips… places I've not felt contact in so long as might as well be forever…

And parts that you can offer me… there are things — rather conventional things — that these lips have been denied for very nearly as long…

So, babe, don't be surprised if the first time, I devour you whole. A starving man has only so much control when presented with such a delectable dish…

But, don't worry. I have my mind set on exploring you, entirely. I may start fast, babe… but then I'll take it slow. Give you the time for me to worship your body in the way it deserves. Mmm.

Then do it again. And again. For as long as you'll have me.

Hungrily yours,
Me.