I can feel you approaching
Waiting to speak to me
Looking at me without ever crossing paths
Once the obvious is established
You make me follow you right there
You see me eager to touch
Knowing you have no such intention
You surround me in the corner of the wall
Taking possession of all my space
Whispering that I'll have to wait
That touching you is not an option
That you want to do everything and leave me wet
You graze my vulva with your fingers
To put my liquid in my mouth
While I suck your finger
You lick my cheek, taking me by the neck
Politely asking me to get on my knees
You pull a leather necklace from your pocket
Taking the time to install it properly
Lifting my chin towards you
Immediately, feeling your saliva run down my face
I want more of your liquids, please.
I'll stay here on the ground ready for you
-Fleure