Taste of Honey

He watches her dance  
Slow.  
Pale skin reflecting  
The glow of moonlight  
Washing over her.  
   
She seems  
Ethereal.  
   
Untouchable.  
   
Flash of blue eyes,    
She looks past the surface  
To his soul  
Where she can see every intention  
The night holds.  
   
His excitement is apparent,  
But he isn't done playing with her.    
He'll have this little nymph  
Begging  
Before long.    
   
Golden  
Thick  
Sweet  
Honey    
On satin skin.  
   
His expert tongue  
Driving her wild    
With promises    
Of deeper kisses.  
He laps up    
Sweet sticky liquid  
In long strokes,  
In search of sweeter things  
That lay beneath.    
   
Her breasts  
Supple.  
More than a handful,  
Hands roaming  
Lingering in the most tender places,  
Making her moan  
With flicks of fingers and tongue.  
   
His strength holds her up  
As her body is now  
In his control.    
   
She melts into him.  
Wraps around him,  
Leaving herself prone.    
An invitation    
So hard  
To refuse.    
   
He pushes in  
Just enough  
To feel her body shudder.  
   
Honey sweet words  
Drip in her ear.  
She sucks the flavor  
From his kiss.  
   
He waits,  
Teasing,  
Not giving an inch more.  
Waiting to hear.  
   
Her eyes  
Already begging,    
Her legs shaking.  
The heat is thick  
Between them.  
   
Her voice  
Angelic  
Innocent  
Pleading  
"Please?"  
   
She looks as though she'll shatter  
If she isn't indulged.  
   
He gives her  
EVERYTHING  
He has  
All at once.  
   
Slamming in.  
Falling back.  
Reaching the beauty    
Far beneath the surface.  
   
Her delicate skin  
Bruises so easily,  
And being careful  
Is far from any thought  
They are capable of.    
   
Intense  
Violent  
Passion.  
   
He brings her    
Again and again.  
Erasing the memory  
Of anything  
Before him.  
   
He becomes    
The beginning    
Of her creation.    
The reason for her being.    
   
She takes over,  
Rising above him.  
The full extent of her powers  
Awakened.  
   
Her long hair,    
Silken tendrils on his skin,  
A curtain between him  
And the magic of her eyes.  
   
Her hips sway,  
Her arms reach high  
To touch the moon.    
Her cries  
A chorus of praise.  
   
He is but an instrument  
To her undoing,    
And she has waited all her life  
To be undone.  
   
She will take him with her  
To the ends of the universe  
Where stars collapse    
And reinvent themselves.  
   
He is ruined for all others,    
And he doesn't mind at all.    
   
Waves of ecstasy    
   
Vibrate    
Convulse  
Wash over  
Unravel.  
   
He holds her in the moment  
Just long enough  
Before spilling into her.    
   
Sticky  
Sweaty    
Honey    
Aftermath.  
   
She bathes him in kisses  
And adoration.  
   
He places her back on her pedestal  
Until the next time he craves  
A taste of honey.    
   
   
 
**Note: Melissa was a nymph in Greek mythology who was a nurse to Zeus. Rather than milk, she fed him honey. The honeybees were named after her, thus Melissa is Greek for honeybee.