He adored her neck.
Pale and perfect
Had the bloom of a rose
With its pale elegance,
If it were possible
Would be a place of pilgrimage.
A holy site.
One that he would readily worship at
Using all of his senses.
Running his nose along to catch her scent
It’s heady fragrance making him dizzy
Lifting her hair and using his mouth
To leave kisses along its length
Feeling her wildly beating pulse
Beneath his lips.
His teeth would graze her skin
Igniting nerve endings
Causing a bolt of desire to shoot through her.
And finally, his tongue would taste her
Her unique flavor greeting his mouth
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