Your arms are my ecstasy. Your eyes are my inspiration. Your lips are my euphoria. Your hands are my stimulation. Your touch is my bliss.
Your body is mine.
Is it possible that in whole, you are my epicurean. This morning when I woke I still felt engulfed by your heat. I still felt as though I was wrapped up in you. I could still felt you pressed against me tightly.
The thought of our next experience together keeps me going. Waiting. Wanting. Needing. Aching. Craving.
The memories of our last encounter keep me satisfied and captivated.
You abound me.
Note. This was done for www.velvetverbosity.com #100words The word to use was epicurean.