Ink Stained Soul…

You lay me down as if you are in the presence of something precious. You trace my flesh. Slowly, tantalizingly so. Kissing the trails your hands take. I gasp. My breath hitching in my throat as my back arches. Prey. Your prey. Waiting to be fully devoured. Every movement meticulously sending me into a euphoric spiral. More, my silent  plea. You give more until all that’s left is my deliciously wrecked body for you to hold.