Snug in our concrete bunker of a dorm.
Snow rages on the outside.
Goddesses whisper in the dark.
A soft kiss under a downy quilt.
A breath of chocolate and coffee.
A sweet softness on my mouth.
My center lurches to sudden life.
My goddess takes notice.
Another soft brush of the lips.
The delicate trace of a tongue brushes shyly across my lips.
My body trembles. My skin awakes. My soul aches.
The slightest nibble on my lower lip.
Her tongue returns, firm and confident, sliding between tooth and lip.
I open to her as she pushes past my defenses and wraps her tongue with mine.
I open to her as she pushes past my defenses and plays in the silk curtains of my sex.
I open to her as she pushes past my defenses and takes me as her own.
A violation sweetly urged and gently taken.
I fall. I melt. I offer myself up and yield to the bliss.
I am lost.
