Tell Me What They Taste Like

He saw them, for the first time, her lips. They were so delicate and yet looked as if they could cripple any man. He wanted to taste them, he wanted to feel them against his lips, against his skin, against every part of who he was. He was mesmerized by them and watched as they moved when she talked, how they glistened when she moistened them with her tongue. He was envious when she’d withdraw her lipstick from her purse and apply his favorite shade. He wished he could feel the way they would yield to the pressure of her delicate and precise application. He imagined his thumb caressing each lip; upper then slowly the lower as he gazed into her eyes, somehow communicating all the depraved things he wanted to do with and to her. His rough calloused thumb gliding over her smooth mouth. He imagined he’d never grow tired of this experience, tirelessly worshiping a part of her body that has brought him so much pleasure in past fantasies. He would repeat this motion, then, when his carnal desire assumed all control, he would pull her face to his and finally taste her lips. Two people crashing into one another exploring the sweetest of flavors and fragrances.

After some time passes and heads become emancipated from the haziness of their passion she sweetly asks, “tell me what they taste like”.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g59bi3/tell_me_what_they_taste_like