How I Want You

I want.

I want you.

I want you kneeling over me, my legs wrapped around your hips, our eyes locked.

I want you folded over me, growling blasphemy in my ear.

I want you lifting my leg to your shoulder, your mouth

open with rapture as you sink inside me.

I want your skin pressed all along the length of me, my feet

wrapped between your ankles, my cheek

imprisoned by your shoulder.

I want you.

I want your cock in my mouth and your nose in my cunt and nothing,

nothing, nothing else in all the world.

I want you all night, near and nearer, waking and drowsing,

endless.

Here.

Close.

Between your skin and mine a millimeter micro-gap

across which sparks arc and snap.

Want.

To.

Feel.

Your.

Lips.

On.

Mine.

Tender, not tentative.

Firm in their softness.

Determined and gentle.

Kiss me again. Please

Kiss me again. Like this. Yes.

Mixing sweat and cum and saliva and tears and the mud of creation.

You inside of me.

Can we go away sated?

As long as this is fantasy, my want goes on and on and on.

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