closing my eyes when I grip and touch myself,
the flood of images you summon in me,
the endless things I want to be for you.
The tingling constant pressure clamping around your hardening nipples,
the hot trickle building within and starting to coat your petals.
The teeth pulling your panties off while your eyes plead to be overtaken,
the hands holding your wrists down as my knees part your legs,
lips and tongue feeling your heart storm
when tasting the curve between your neck and shoulder.
It’s unstoppable, the force drawing us into crashing,
and I no longer care if it’s an inevitable entwining,
or an accident like debris helplessly colliding in space,
I want to summon a flood within all you are.
The shivering gasp when I slide into you,
the feverish heat coating skin when you
bite your lip and writhe beneath me,
the oxygen expelling and forming our moaned names
when your clit swells and grinds against me,
the tides and explosions we’ll bring one another to.
All of this and so much more,
the things I want to be for you.
