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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