I want you to bend me over the nearest flat surface. I don’t care if it’s a counter, a couch, or a bed.
I want you to hold me down and slide my skirt up.
I want to hear you chuckle when you realize that there’s nothing underneath.
I want to feel the goosebumps on my bare skin
I want to feel your approval pressing against me when you realize I’m already dripping and desperate for you.
I want you to hold my wrists and tell me you love me, while you make me yours.