When i'm a bit far away, you blow me a kiss that feels exactly the same way: subtle, but hot. My face gets so warm it could compite with the entire sun.
Even if it's not physical, I still feel the same sensation. I still crave for us to be alone, and to have our overdose of touches.
To get drunk into your hands on my face; to feel drowsy enough to get on my knees and take the lead.
I feel myself tingle in my softest of places just by imagining one of those beautiful, addictive events where I get everything I've wanted from you and more.
You craddle my face softly, so softly while kissing my neck.
Your fingers linger on my tights, as if asking for something you already own.
Your eyes scream fire, and mine surely too, because you hold my gaze like your life depends on it.
Like you need to get everything from me, steal every breath, hold every fiber of my being, and consume me all in a heartbeat.
And oh, you do my love. You surely do.
You own me like I own the moon, but for a short while I let you. I'm too feverish to decline such advances..