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.