"I see you —and everything else disappears. Only you, and the way my body remembers your touch. Your eyes undress me without a word. They don’t ask —they take. And I let them.
You move — and I ache.
Every breath becomes a question only your hands can answer.
There’s no innocence in this —only need.
The way you make me forget what it means to be composed.
I crave — not softly,
but with every inch of me.
Reaching, throbbing, pleading.
I want your mouth, your weight, your name pressed into the heat between my thighs.
I fall into the space you make for me.
Your fingers tracing like a map you’ve spent years creating.
Your name is a gasp I try to swallow,
but it spills — in whispers, in moans,
in the dark, where I am most honest.
This isn’t love dressed in white.
This is red.
Deep.
Raw.
The kind of love that claws and clings, doesn't apologize for wanting everything."
specialsteph74
Every breath becomes a question only your hands can answer.
There’s no innocence in this —only need.
The way you make me forget what it means to be composed.
I crave — not softly,
but with every inch of me.
Reaching, throbbing, pleading.
I want your mouth, your weight, your name pressed into the heat between my thighs.
I fall into the space you make for me.
Your fingers tracing like a map you’ve spent years creating.
Your name is a gasp I try to swallow,
but it spills — in whispers, in moans,
in the dark, where I am most honest.
This isn’t love dressed in white.
This is red.
Deep.
Raw.
The kind of love that claws and clings, doesn't apologize for wanting everything."
specialsteph74
