“I am thirsty.” Those words fall out as if to explain my being. As if I encapsulate a temporary feeling of..of what? Has my tongue slivered back down my throat in search of wet like a dry sponge? Am I empty and longing to be fullfilled? Longing to feel quenched extinguishing this fire that evaporates long held erotic tradition leaving only true lust willing…no, begging to be explored? Defiled? I want to drink you like the water my body NEEDS to survive and ravenously I will survive as I take you in. All of you. The smell of you. That raunch stench of desire penatrates my nostrils and I suck it in as my thirst for you deepens and my body aches and opens willing you to become one with me. To make me whole again. And again. And again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yj23cp/i_am_thirsty_gay_erotica