It is wanting you now. And it will be within walking distance of my fingers.
When your eyes Tie me down and tell me how much I want.
Whenever my body slips into your mouth and attaches to the touch of your fingers.
Every time I give the greedy desire to have you under my skin.
Designed on the lips that you cover, devour and make you mine. Again and again.
From your moan when you feel inside. Of all the ways I do not blame them. First I want.
We exchanged orgasms. In the sharing of wills. In the lust of each one of us fantasy. And it goes.
It desire, just desire.