I feel proud of this myself. It's interesting, how much you've managed, and how much of that I noticed.
Of course I would notice almost all of it. Even the littlest of things or changes from you go straight to my attention. I read you like a book.
Still, it doesn't mean I'm an expert: you always surprise me in the most unexpected of times. I like that about you. A lot.
I feel butterflies in my stomach already. My body feels the adrenaline running thru my fingers, anticipating my favourite role.
The dark gives you a much more mysterious aura, but you still give away something: your power need, your domination. Oh.
I'd get offended by turning such offer down. I'm glad you want that from me; I know how persuasive you can be to get what you want, and who am I to deny it to you in such desperate times?
I allow you my most reserved noises, my most secret words, my wildest of moves.
I really enjoy playing with fire; I mean, I'm an air sign, and you are the fire incarnate. It's obvious.
I fuel your insides like my life depends on it, I want to make the biggest of flames, and call it mine forever.
Ugh, so arrogant of me really, but the simple thought sends a chill up my spine. I'm all for this, as much as you.
Even if you lied to me.
I understand the reasons, because I can't tell you most of the names that cloud my senses sometimes.
Letting go it's difficult for you. You didn't have to lie tho, I practically let you do whatever you want.
I want my loved ones as free as I am, specially in these aspects, but I still want them to be honest with me.
Your possesive nature stops my internal rambling: you hold me close, and mark my neck as if I'm saying these things aloud.
I gasp, and moan your name. Your growl is one of approval, and my squirming is the best response.
I can feel myself drifting off.
I'm not asking for anything. I just want you to be my partner in crime, side by side in whatever circumstances.
People come and go.. but love? Loving people it's not something to get from granted usually.
Love it's for a few, the most special ones, the ones that always have a way into your heart even if you never let access to it in the first place. Like they've just made their way into it without even needing to ask.
And you are happy to have them there, always. Ecstatic it's a better word I guess.
But you're not happy, and that's not ok.
I groan, getting praise on my submission. I know I'm doing splendid thanks to your hungry gaze.
I love that look, it's my favourite.
I can't keep writting, sorry.