Too Long

Prose about missing an adult pleasure.

It has been too long since I felt bare flesh
On my body, writhing in ecstasy.
Too long, since I have kissed with abandon.
Skin slick against skin, hands searching
Kisses flying, candles flickering
Moans reflecting off our souls.
Too long, since claws have been dug into my back.
Mouth tore open in a silent scream,
Back arched rigid, silhouetted against the wall.
Eyes smashed shut as the world disappears.
Muscles tightened in explosion of pleasure.