Strip.

Sight. I’m looking at you up and down like this type of artwork you have to stare at for a while to make sense of it. Like the greatest masterpiece I’ve ever laid my eyes on -and believe me I’ve seen a lot of things. Like a blind seeing for the first time. I can’t stop staring; my biggest weakness as a human being: to be unable to look away from something I’m so attracted to. I wanna explore every inch you. I want to inspect you raw enough so I can smell the natural scent of your body.

Smell. I love your perfume, it suits you just fine. I don’t care if it’s expensive or not, your skin’s pH makes it the most luxurious scent my nose has ever experienced. I want it all over me, not your perfume, just the way you smell with nothing covering your body. I wanna smell like you, I want to be close enough so all of me touches all of you, every part.

Touch. I need to touch you in every way. The respectful and gentle one. I want to touch you roughly like I own you, even if I don’t, even if I never will. I wanna touch your more sacred parts and also the ones most people come in contact with. I know my hands will treat you differently, in a way no one else ever has or ever will. I’m craving to hold you, not for a moment but for the longest time I’ve ever had someone in my arms. I wanna keep touching you till I hear your voice in a tone only a few get to listen.

Hearing. I could listen to your voice for hours, talking about all sorts of things. I don’t care what you’re saying as long as you keep talking. But for a moment I wanna hear you moan and then turn it into a scream. Use your vocal cords to make me deaf to all other types of sounds my ears have ever known or will know from now on. I bet it will be the only song on repeat inside my head for the rest of the time. The hit of the year, or better, my lifetime. The soundtrack of my existence. I wanna hear you while I’m tasting you.

Taste. Sweeter than revenge and more sour than my drink of choice. A bit tastier than all the most delicious foods I've ever eaten combined. I'm salivating just thinking about it, about you, about your unique flavor. My favorite dish, the only thing I could have every day and not get sick of it. Craving it like I've been on a diet since forever, I'm deprived of that only one meal that truly satisfies me. 

Strip. You heighten all my senses like I'm discovering them for the first time.

 

Athina, x.