There's been many, many a night that I dream
of the feel of your body against mine, how it would electrify my senses having you readily available in my hands, willing to comply to my demands, shivering and moaning in the passion. Yes, you are my number one distraction. Can you imagine those lips of mine caressing, lingering on your flesh? Can you imagine me taking off my clothes, while I am watching you undress as well? Just hearing you, it's like your voice sings me lullabies. Would you want to melt into me? Would you want me to grip you by the shoulders, and take you by surprise? Would you conform to the seduction in my tempting eyes. I wonder if you would. I do yearn to caress your naked skin.I hanker for to let me in, to give in to this situation in symmetric synchronisation. I want your walls to envelop around me, fitting perfectly, the way we're supposed too. I need to unite with your s e x, work my way between your legs. With the simplest touch I could be yours, and you would feel my hands all over you. Isn'y this where you really want to be? I know you inside out. When we talk and I try to listen, and these thoughts arrive. Whenever my voice speaks, you duck behind your crimson cheeks. You don't want me to know the reasons for this pinkish glow. Yet I know you want me to drive you with desire into a wall, hold you while your knees buckle, and you begin to fall. And I can't help wondering if you would you comply if I gave you absolutely all, these delectable things you're desiring. I would pin you there, wouldn't let you get away, force you to face what you keep at bay. I adore you. Just knowing you is such a pleasure.