Drink your Potion

I drank your potion, the unknown brew, you’ve worked on.  I will do this for you, discovering what will happen, so you will know. 

Moments, minutes pass to find out I am shrinking.

Time passes, I’m now three inches, small enough to fit in your purse. 

At night, lying next to you, waiting until you slumber, I crawl up your arm, to your breast, stepping up its side, kneeling in front of your nipple.  Falling onto my chest, I collapse onto the soft pillow of your pinkness, my arms stretch down the sides. Opening and closing my small little hands on the base of your nipple, where it meets your skin, the faint touch repeated over and over again, opening and closing, acts like a pump lifting my body up.
Blood vessels inside your nude nipple open, engorging with the warmth of your inner liquid. My ascent, tips me over, making me roll, tumbling to your valley below.  Sitting up, I slide out from between the softness, down your stomach into the depression of your belly button. I stop to bask in your warmth, like sitting in an inner tube on a sunny day at the lake.  Straightening my body I roll out onto my front and crawl down to the grassy curls along the edge of your ocean cave. Venturing through the course strands of fiber my face rubs along them, around my nose.  Your scent explodes as each fiber touches my surface, your fragrance is overwhelming. For a moment I stop to hold the memory of you, forever.

Walking my fingers upon your skin, around each follicle, I make it to the edge.  Upon the lip of your clearing, I pull my body along, half way over the edge.  Reaching above my head I touch the red rock, pulsing with energy, its radiating heat makes it difficult to keep my hands still.  Lifting, then replacing them down on your temperature, I can hardly stand the fiery embers.  More and more, it rises with each stroke, each movement. The dome heightens until I can touch the heat no longer, in a split second it pulses, throbbing violently. The peak passes, your tide rolls in, I dive in, to swim in your flow to the opening of your dark cave.  Lit by a flashing redness, I reach inside to find a chamber open.  Pulling my hand back out, the lotion of your love coats it with more than enough.  Wringing it from on my hand, I spread every drop all over myself.  Reaching in for another supply, I cover every millimeter of me.  Glossy from top to bottom, my arms dive into the mouth of your cavern, spreading the walls, going inside the depth of you, touching and caressing each sensitive parts along the way. 

I can come out or I can stay, whatever you would like me to do.