Conversation

I think today I will write about your thigh. Your right thigh. I'm exceptionally fond of it, and the way it joins your body in that nice, soft fold of flesh. I love to run my fingers up there, following the line of the joint. Your skin is so soft, and you are so sweet-smelling, that I can't help wanting to trace the line with my tongue. You taste as good as you smell. Did you know that? You do. And I love seeing the way my hair drapes across you as I lick and nuzzle you. I like watching what you do with it. And I hate washing it afterwards, because it smells like you.

And now I have to get some work done. Damn.