You have me on a boil. You have my mind racing with deep dark luscious thoughts. I want to taste your skin with my lips barely brushing you and giving you goose flesh. I want your salt on my tongue. I want your hair slipping in my grasp and your name on my breath. I want to know the color of the flecks in your eyes and trace your jaw with my kisses. I want your warmth and your scent. I want your breath. I want to taste all of you, every inch.
I want your every dip and valley and saddle at my fingertips and on my tongue. I want to make you laugh with small delight and purr with my heat. I want you to take in your breath sharply. I want your muscles to coil to me. I want you to relax into me, warm to my touch. I want your thoughts to turn to a hum. I want you to think in simple small words… yes.. oh.. please.. mmm.. yes.
I want to sync. I want to roll with you and writhe. I want you to have to use your arms and your cheek and your leg to slide over my skin because your hands aren’t enough. And when you are melting, easing into my embrace, I want to sink my teeth into your flesh. I want you to wonder if the heat you feel is your broken skin.
I want your heart to speed.
I want to pull your head back and I want to pause so you can feel the things I want to do to you there. And I want you to turn over to me and to crave my will. I want you to want to please me. I want to make me want to make it hurt just enough to make your blood sing. I want you to feel your body’s response and I want to make you flush and squirm and swell. I want you to growl. I want you to course. I want you to hear and agree with what I don’t actually say.