YOU

I've stared. At your deep dark eyes, your neck and your perfectly pouted mouth. I want to run up to your smooth skin and hold you in my arms. I want to slap you in the face. My lips crave your kiss. I want to hear your moan. I want to bite you. I want it hard and fast and rough but gentle. I want to hear your giggle. I want to hold your face. I want your conversation, your patience. I want your attention. I want to hold your hands. I want to lick you. I want to make you cry. I want it all to be over, but I want it to begin. More than anything, I want you to want it too.