cat in catnip

I am rolling around in you. Fragrance wafts around me and deep into my conscious and I giggle. There is so much of you, your vast plane so pleasing to my senses. Gliding over you, my skin touching yours, hearing your pulse, tasting your saltiness, seeing your tanned flesh, the scent that is only yours. I want to wallow in you without end. Not until something happens, I want to wallow in you boundlessly, uninhibitedly, irrationally, blissfully. Gently gliding my paws up and padding across your chest, bringing my lips a hair's breathe from yours, then flitting my tongue on them. This is just the beginning, soon my lips will have tasted you everywhere with my hands alongside, gently caressing you. I am the cat and you are indubitably my weakness.