It’s always when I mention the ways I want to take you. To have you, to hold you and never to forsake you. It’s blinding you see, this grave love and its delivery.
But I never did mention, the vision that keeps my soul whole. I close my eyes and see you. We’re face to face, skin wet and warm. Your eyes they move to look at mine. Back and forth. We’re still in this moment of time.
But I break my silence, my still body no longer quiet. I wrap my arms around your neck, your hands they fall to help my hips. I see you do this thing with your lips. It makes me want you so bad. It drives me insane. How you can do something so simple, so perfectly.
Your tongue glides across my clavicle to catch the beads of sweat. Your hands do caress my legs, we revel in being wet. Our eyes only unlock while you get lost in enjoying me. Then I wiggle to remind you, you’re still inside of me.
This moment in time, so rich with lust—it’s divine. I always see your face every time I close my eyes. This perfect place in time. I steal your soul and make you mine.