Baby, baby, baby…

You know you do me wrong
But then you make it up to me
Then you set me right
Your body pressed into my hollow
Your hands roaming my soft skin
Your searing flesh plunged into my depths
The blaze, our fire, the sweetest sin

Tell me the truth. What is it you want from me? Really want? Just say whatever is inside you…

I want to know you. All of you. Your body, your desires, your mind. Your heart. Your soul. The man.

I want to fuck you and make love to you. I want to indulge you in every way you can imagine, in all the ways my own passion can conceive.

I want to kiss you; I want to kiss your mouth, the strong line of your neck, the deep, smooth hollow of your hip. I want to kiss your cock; I want to worship it, taste you, savour your entire body with my lips and my tongue.

I want to caress your body in the dark, my hands touching, tracing, discovering each muscle and tendon and wiry curl, these fingers skimming, teasing the softness of your skin.

I want to drift off into my dreaming with your nakedness wound into mine, your breath on my neck, the beat of your heart on my back, your cock nestled between my cheeks.

I want to wake in the night and find you there beside me, in the place I always long for you to be. I want to rouse you from your slumber with my breasts pressed into your chest, my sex sliding along your thick, hard heat.

I want to wake with you, watch the sun rise with you, kiss the points where the sunlight meets your golden skin. I want to inhale your scent, committing it all to memory so I can recall you an instant when you’re not here.

I want to talk and dance and walk with you; I want to laugh and sing and eat. I want to listen to your voice, the accented rumble that leaves me weak.

I want to be still with you, hushed and quiet, allowing my body to speak, allowing this body to tell you of the passion that has been taunting me for the past two years.

I want to hold your hand; I want to press myself in close, your fingers travelling their instinctive path, your palms finding their home in every curve of my slight frame.

I want to possess you in the open, for all eyes to see; I want you to take me, fuck me until I cry out your name, until my cunt releases the flood, until you fill me with your searing cream, until this body divides and just as quickly unites, until I can no longer count the time I have spent at the edge, in the rays of your blinding light.

I want to have these walls drip with our sweat; I want them to absorb our heated libations. I want to them to soak up our scent, the sweet musk of our come, the passion consumed and yet forever consuming.

I want to be free, I want to be bound to you; I want to touch you with my warmth and affection. I want to be free; I want us both to be free, unafraid to open ourselves to this feeling.

I want to submerge myself in you; I want to explore with you.

I want it all with you.

The strand cool against skin golden
The pearl of my purest pleasure aching
This body yearning for the lover’s marking
This flesh hungry for your hot and violent rain

It feels as old as time itself tonight; a burden, a weight, an affliction I simply can not escape.

And yet, it is just as alive, enticing, maddening as it was in our beginning, in that first moment my gaze fell upon your flesh, in the instant your deep voice washed over me, your desire whispered hotly into my skin, in the moment of profound and passionate recognition, of eyes locked, hearts thundering, of the breath of life through our kiss.

I would scale these walls to find you, I would blind myself in the light, I would walk in the shadows, through the depths of the dark, I would drive my body through these bricks, this mortar, I would tear down this fortress with my bare, delicate hands if I knew you yearn for my touch, if I knew you long for the kiss of my skin, if I knew you reach out for my lips in the night, if I knew you desire without restraint or reserve, if I knew you were near or afar, if I knew you were ardent and free.

Lay your body down, lay it close to me, slide yourself into the hollow, into the shadow,
into my ache, into the velvet crying, yearning for your hot and hard perfection.

Lover…

Are you out there? Are you waiting for me? Are you in a different city by a vastly different sea? Are you bathing in the balmy glow of the moon as I warm my skin in the soft rays of the winter sun? Are you greeting a brand new day while I slide this nakedness into my feathery nest? Are you longing for me, for the intensity, the passion, the intimacy a true union can bring? Are you gazing out at this very moment wondering about the woman, the temptress you’re yet to meet?

From the tips of these Titian curls
To the pink peaks of this soft flesh
You set me ablaze
You melt down my core
This woman your fire

This velvet
Against my skin

This velvet
Dripping its heat

This velvet
Without your body
Merciless, incomplete