Sometimes when I look at you I fancy myself in love with you.
With the way your smile makes me feel. That not so little flutter in my stomach.
Especially when I am sitting next to you, and all I can see are the light creases on your cheek and the crinkle in your eyes.
Or when you look directly at me. And it seems as if I was all you see. All you wanted.
Because you are all I wanted. Still want;
Sometimes so deeply, so fiercely my chest hurts
I reckon its the weight of my heart beating so wildly it feels like it wants to jump right out of my chest into your arms.
In those moments I think I love you for you let me take you as deeply and as fiercely as I need you.
Hard. Fast. Frantic. Furiously and oh so desperately it also hurts.
It hurts because when I feel you fall apart around me I think you feel my heart beat so hard against my chest trying to get out.
Those moments when I promise, every time that I will be gentle.
That your neck deserves more attention than your soft wetness between your legs that you rub all over me.
Those moments I remind myself that you bruise like a peach so why do I end up clawing and pawing at you.
Trying to get under your skin. In every sense of the word.
Those times I try to convince myself that you like it when I pepper you with kisses and declarations of love and adoration.
But your whimpering and your sobbing gets under MY skin. Which is funny because its your skin I am trying to get under.
And you almost always end up on your knees pert bits in the air covered in bites and spit, hands tangled in the sheets, a giant quivering mess of breathy moans and hoarse cries as I fuck the breath of you
And then there are times I KNOW I love you.
When I wake up in the middle of the night to your hands in my hair and every inch of your oh so warm body plastered to mine.
And I am scared because I am driven mad with lust.
And no matter what a stern talking to I give my hands they can't seem to stop roaming your curves and mapping out your softness. Traitors.
Because I feel like a dirty pervert.
But you feel so fucking good I want to consume you and everything you are.
I want to say its because I am human that I wake up so hot and bothered. After all you are fucking sexy. And you have wrapped yourself around me so tightly I can't tell where you begin and where I end.
If it wasn't for the fact that your sleep pout makes me want to stick all manner of things down your throat. I would believe it.
Hot things.
Hard things.
Preferably things only attached to my body.
And then you whimper and shift as you feel said hard things poking at you.
Such a dirty little slut.
Mine.
And you would think that this is the time I would hold you down and fuck you into the mattress. Because its probably 2a.m and who has time for a slow fuck?
And then I feel your breath on my neck and suddenly the need has changed.
Its a slow burning inferno that consumes me and my chest also hurts and I want to cry because you are the most beautiful woman I know.
You wake up slowly and stretch sinously against me. So pliant and soft.
Sometimes I wonder if you are playing me.
Because you open up so easily.
And you fit so perfectly.
And we are touching hip to hip
And your moans are broken sighs and light nail pressure on my shoulders as I attempt to entice YOUR heart out into my arms.
And I want to plead with you to only take what you need.
And beg you to pretend if it happens that you don't love me.
Because I know you do.
But I don't say it because it's probably 2a.m and who has time for possibly lust driven declarations. Even though we would both know it's not.
But if you wouldn't take what you need then I will.
Because I don't know if you will be here when I wake up.
And I just need you.
