If you could see inside my mind you might blush. You might find me scandalous and uncouth. You could find me alluring and devilishly fun. But there’s a part of me that I keep hidden, deep down inside of me. A part that longs for the soft purr of your breath as you sleep beside me. Holding back the yearning for how you snuggle in closer as I wrap my arm around you. Imagining how your skin would feel against my lips as I gently press them to your cheek and whisper “Good Morning”. Wanting to watch as your lips curl into that dazzling smile. A part of me that will admit to wanting more, admitting to deserving your love. A part that wishes it could tell you how I felt!
Your touch is electric. When I feel your arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. My lips on your neck as I feel your gasp explode from you. Your eager hands searching my body, scratching, clawing at me with a hungry lust. Your legs curling up beside my torso as you moan deeply into my ear. Let me pleasure you, let me worship your body with mine for as long as I can hold you. I want to please you, to bring you the ecstasy you crave and what you deserve so much.
It’s not a lust-filled rage that drives me, it’s the passion you create in me that fuels my hunger. My need to hold you and touch you from so far away. A longing to feel your body as close to mine as we can possibly get. To hold an unbroken kiss as your hips dance magically in my lap, grinding me into you delicately. Feeling each shiver up your spine tremble through your lips. To pull you tight against me as our bodies are enveloped by one another.
How does that feel babygirl? The hardness of me sliding inside of you, slowly, inch by inch filling you. Focus on that feeling, let it burn you up inside, allow yourself to give in to the sensation. Moan for me little one, let loose the restraints and let me hear how it feels. Don’t hold back. Let yourself feel!
I would love to hold her. To cradle her sleeping body in my arms as she wraps herself around me. Her soft breath on my cheek as she pulls me closer amidst her sleeping dreams. Tighter, tighter still, safe and warm in my embrace!
When words don’t cut it, in fact, you can’t speak. The eroticism of the moment overtakes your being and all that is left are touches, grasping hands and a loud beating heart. Your mouth falls open as you aim kisses at your lovers’ lips. Your hands feverish in their exploration of her body as your moans burble from your mouth and your hips roll in time with hers…
I find myself lost in the memory of a touch. The way her skin reacted to my fingers as the slipped over her skin. The soft hairs reaching for my lips as I pressed them softly to her stomach. The gasps that betrayed her composure as the claps of her bra flung open. The relaxation in her eyes as she dropped her head back and gave herself to me.
My arms are yours, all you need do is ask. I make no demands on you, simply find shelter in my embrace!