I want to be delicious. For you. For the way it would feel, under your tongue. For your lips on my body. On my breasts, of course. On my neck. For your lips on my lips.
I need to be a delicious woman. Tasting of wine and chocolate, even coffee maybe. Smelling of perfume in this very feminine scent that I'm sure you already know and love.
I want to be delicious. I want you to satisfy your hunger on me and never, ever have enough. I need to excite your appetite. To make you growl and your mouth water for me.
So you want to lick, to touch, to suck, to bite. Eat me. Make me yours. Consume my pleasure and take it all in your mouth.
I crave to be yours. To be possessed by your desires. I need to be delicious for you, my mistress. Just a delicious woman, fully aware of it and completely yours.
Just like your words are delicious. In my mouth, on my lips, on my tongue. Just the way I would lick them after I talk and lick them off my skin, off my breasts.
Just like I would pick them with my fingers when they fall between my legs and taste the delicious, delicious pleasure dripping from my cunt.