The next time you say,
“What do you want?”
Kiss me.
Feel me,
and when I’m slick with wanting
you should touch me
until it drives you crazy and I can feel your body
alive with electricity.
Then I want you to slide
every inch inside
me, until my jaw drops and I
gasp, fill me all the way.
*This alone is enough to make me cum,
and then, when you’re so deep and so thick with warmth,
I want you to move us from the inside, slow at first,
until we synchronize
and once I lose my mind
riding
waves of pleasure, and you have me panting for you,
hot against your neck
I will be your toy
and I want you to use me pushing, pumping
out
and in, and out again and again and
again.
I want you to turn me over and grab my hips until I am
face down and moaning while you
fuck me hard,
sliding against the sweetest secret again and again, pounding away the way
you like
until you cum inside,
our pulses matched–with
what breath you can summon call me your
Filthy Girl.
In one movement turn me to you, your fingers
sliding hard
through the surrender
you’ve made of us.
Filthy Girl
you say it again.
I can taste us mingled as I cum again and
you part my lips
opening my mouth in equal submission.
Finally, kiss me hard and wet
pinning me beneath
licking, drinking me in
with your tongue.
We consume what’s left until even you must break away
gasping, utterly parted.
And though I am spent entirely,
the shudders continue
