ever so gently…
our hands…
I want you to make love to me. I want to hold you, feel our fingers entwined. I want to squeeze your strong hands while I cum. I want you to feel the beautiful power you are within me.
what i want 2…
I want you to put my legs over your shoulders.
I want to fuck outside.
I want you to seduce me just by hand contact alone.
I want you to suck on my feet while you fuck me.
I want you to write poetry for me.
I want you to finger fuck me hard until I squirt.
I want you to buy me lingerie and then watch me slowly undress.
I want you to read to me.
I want you to wrap your hands tight in my hair.
I want you to wake me with kisses.
I want to wash you with my bare hands.
I want to watch us in the mirror.
I want you breathless.
Fuck, I just want you.
“He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with rain beating on the windows.”
– Don De Lillo –
your hands…
– ii-
your hands unhinge me
bending me to your will
kneading more than words
fingertips trace
my shivers
my shivers
your palms
chase my kisses
though we say it is yours
the pleasure is all mine
where you touch…
The way her body existed only where he touched her.
The rest of her was smoke.
— Arundhati Roy —
