Come here.
Don’t just stand there wanting.
I want you close enough that the air between us disappears,
close enough that your breath trembles against my skin.
I want the heat of you pressed into me
before your hands even move.

I don’t want your careful self.
I want the version of you
you don’t show to anyone.
The one who looks at me
like he’s already stripped me bare,
the one who stops pretending
he’s in control.

Touch me.
Touch me like your restraint is cracking,
like you’ve been starving
for something you can’t keep denying.

Slide your hand around my waist
and pull me into your body.
I want the heat of you,
hard and undisguised,
pressed exactly where I crave it.
Don’t pretend you don’t know
what you’re doing to me.

Push my hair aside.
Kiss the back of my neck,
slow enough to make me wait,
deep enough to remind me
you choose the pace.

Then your hands… lower.
Down my ribs,
over my hips,
between my thighs,
where I’m already warm for you,
already opening,
already giving myself away
before you even ask.

I want to feel you
the way no one ever has.
I want you in my hands,
wrapped around your pulsing cock,
feeling you twitch,
hearing your breath stumble
when I squeeze a little harder.

Strip me.
Pull the lace down my legs
while your mouth follows,
slow, claiming,
marking a path
you expect me to remember.

Then kiss me where I burn for you.
Hold my thighs open
and taste me
like you know I’m yours.
Make me arch into your mouth,
make me clutch your hair,
make me whisper your name
like a confession I can’t take back.

When you lift your head,
I want your lips coated in me.
I want your eyes on mine—
dark, hungry,
nowhere near done,
like you could ruin me
and I’d still beg for more.

You’re already inside me,
far deeper than my body can hold.
You slipped into my thoughts first,
quiet and precise,
and that’s when it hits:

You’re inside my mind as much as my body, and you know it.

You take the part of me
no one touches.
The part that never yields.
The part I keep locked tight.
You open that first,
and my body follows
like it’s been waiting
for your hands to finish
what your voice started.

Let me break for you.
Let me fall apart
under the weight of our need.
Let me give you every sound
my body has never given anyone.

I want the version of you
that bends in wanting
but never breaks.
The one who takes my body
with both hands,
pins me down,
slides inside me
slow at first,
just to feel the stretch…
then harder,
deeper,
until my breath loses its rhythm.

And when you finally let go,
don’t soften it.
I want all of it.
Every pulse,
every spill,
every unguarded shudder,
the part you never meant
to give anyone.

Give me the version of you
no one gets but me,

The part that’s mine.

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