Thursday, January 27, 2011

Please.


I don't think you get it.
I barely do.

Your lips on my neck put me out of control.
Though I try to keep it.
In control.

I really want to grab you.
Hold you.
Pretend I can.

I can't stop thinking about you.
About it and about the moment.
The moment your hands land on me.
Move all over me.
Grab me.

Hold me down.
Not pretending.

I can't control myself.

My insides and my outsides.

I just want your hands grabbing me.
Your lips all over me.

Where ever. When ever. However.
Just the way you know.
I love it.
That you know how and when I want it.
That, alone, is amazing.
You get it.

Your breath alone and close to me just before your lips land,
makes me explode in the only way I know how when your around.

I think about it.
All of it.

I stare at what is left and think about how it would be used.
By you. On me.

Makes me hot and excited.

At that moment (and every other),
I take it, touch myself and when I am done,
I put it away.
In a box and try not to think about you,
on me.
Your eyes staring at me and bringing me to a whole other level.

The moment your inside me and the connection is something I can't get out of my head.
I must.

I must stop thinking about the first moment.
The first tip of the moment.

I try.
To find the box.

I can't reach it nor do I want to.
I just want you.

All of you on me.

Then reality hits.




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