Sawyer

the unimaginable rush. the feel of the slight roughness on my skin. the smokey taste in his breath. the way he speaks to me, directs me. -yes sir- the world fades. makes it so much harder to resist the rush. taking his hand, melting as the heat rises on my skin. his kisses on my neck. his hands slowly run down my hips. dancing a dance only we know. the bass builds up, moving us faster, together, closer. steady breathing, muscles flexing, him guiding me. the rush. the astonishing build up, an explosion of ecstasy. the world around us comes back into focus. the wicked smile on his face. it's an unimaginable rush