Knees pressed together as roses bloom across teeth and floor a like
Fog of breath came out parted lips as hands dug into the flower bed and pulled it apart bringing it up and to inhale the delicacy maybe only once but no more
Fast breath escapes as the torn flower bed is brought to the mouth and the stench spread across the room filling one's senses, until devouring is the only option
Flavor burst across one's tongue bitter, sweet, delicious, one's very own aphrodisiac causing breath to get stuck in the throat as pleasure builds all around one.
Feeling the soft meal press into one's teeth, the juices flowing from the mouth, the haze in the mind, the unfortunate of one don't understand
Legs press further together as a free hand goes to further explore the pleasure and try and find euphoria in it activity.
Delicate touches and tubs as one bends to continue feasting on the meal in front of the, continuing to indulge in sinful pleasure as sweet rot is all is left of the mind.
