to have me all for you, moaning into your touch.
Then all it takes to keep me for longer, is a single promise:
promise me you'll take care of me, while I fall apart into you mouth
defenseless, powerless by mind, but so full of intensity from instinct.
I may not be thinking straight, but I am certain I'm so full of fire
I can tell by my insides burning just sensing you tremble next to me
Gaping, silently lusting, making me want to beg you for more of that look
just for me, just for tonight.
(or maybe forever, if I'm a good girl)
Such a flattering picture of you. I can frame it and put on my bedside, even.
I like to have a reminder of our encounters,
rough nights with enough noise filling every single centimeter of the room
coated with soft touches before the storm, so calm, so captivating.
I feel a certain privilege, having so much in so little hours.
But everything comes to an end sometime, even if I don't want to,
considerating time is fake afterall ( but the fatigue isn't.)
You whisper me something I can't hear, get up, clean up the mess a bit,
come back with chocolate, a glass of water, and a warm smile as a blanket
And then and there, I know I'm yours when I smile back into your arms.
Or at least, that's how your embrace feels on me.
Maybe my kisses have the same effect on you, because you sigh into my mouth
and while we drift off to sleep, I recognise the emotion behind that simple gesture
I let it make me feel fuzzy, stupid, and loved
A bit scared, but not for long. Not for long...