She Whispered Spells

Every twist, every slick of saliva, every soft bite, every tease, every sweep of tongue.

Every time her mouth met mine,

I lost a little more of my sanity.

Bit by bit,

And I didn’t mind.

Madness never felt so good.

So satisfying

So liberating…

She didn’t moan. She whispered spells.

Her fingers digging into my hair only spread the madness faster.

A hungry mess, that’s what she made me.

Even in the kiss, I craved her.

No matter how many times our lips danced together, I remained unsatisfied.

Needy. Desperate. Insane. Obsessed. Intoxicated.

Oh! Addiction never felt so good.

Her kisses were raw, filthy, and possessive. And I liked it. All of it.

Every twist, every slick of saliva, every soft bite, every tease, every sweep of tongue.

She made love to me just with her tongue, and it drove me to every edge.

The scent of her breath? My goodness, all pheromone wrapped in ecstasy.

Her nails on my scalp were sharp edges releasing poison into my skin, fueling my desire.

From her eyes, I could have sworn she was a good kisser. But now?

After being a witness to what her lips can do to you? She’s a damn great kisser.

Fantastic. Amazing. Wild. Magnetic.

Every spell she whispered conjured every part of me I thought was long buried, stitching my spirit together with hers.

Spells. Spells. Spells.