I am overwhelmed by the flood on my senses. Your warmth. Your softness. Your intoxicating scent. Your sweet wetness. How eagerly I need to taste you. I ache for this moment.
It is an expression of how I feel about you that supersedes words or gifts or kissing your lips or holding you. This moment is one of the only languages I know to tell you what is bursting inside of me.
And how this moment will bring your sweetest moans. Your sexiest, most melodious sighs. And the tightening of your muscles as your hips move and crave. That soon your little fingers in my hair will pull and push me to those places that make your legs tremble and your toes curl. That soon your passion will escalate and your gorgeous, primal wildness will shine like the sun. And soon I will hear that call. That call that thrills me: “Fuck me!” or “I want you inside me” or “Cum to me!”