I have a feeling her skin would taste better than the rare cask Macallan in my hand.
Deep, rich, sweet, warm... like sin.
She's much too young for me... a co-ed, to be sure.
But the devil is in the details of her eyes.
I want to swim in them as much as her divide.
She could give me the pleasure I desire...
Or she could destroy me.
A glance in my direction seals her fate. A twist of her hip... A lick of her lips...
I want to feel it, kiss it, bask in it.
But, her gaze cracks me open, exposing my every secret, my every sordid thought, and private moment.
And yet, that only makes me want her more.
She's as captivating as the classic works of art I profess to my students.
I shouldn't crave her. This is dangerous.
But, if I'm already going to hell, I'm going to relish every moment on the way down.