The Taste OF Passion by Camillion - HTML preview

He was finding my weak spots.

So afraid to ever speak he knew.

The embraces as he felt my heart pounding.

Sweaty palms I tried to hide.

The way his fingers would gently touch my neck I couldn’t help but quiver.

He thought it was endearing.

Chasing me was like an adventure.

The girl with hidden inhibitions.

Where a smile would make me blush.

I couldn’t even kiss those lips.

But every time they spoke I couldn’t help but wonder what they could do.

I just waited.

Patiently.

Hoping he would see.

I had no control with him.

He didn’t have to try.

I was already his.

Just too afraid to admit it.

His words were like porn to me.

His attitude was inspiring.

He always knew what I needed.

He knew I was putty in his hands when he decided to take me.

Leaving nothing untouched.

Not even a little.

Tasting my body like a road map.

As his hands gripped my hips.

Swaying them side to side.

We took an adventure into the night.

Where our bodies were the guides not our words.