__________by Sarit
I want you . . .
five years later,
and I still want you
as much as I did the first time.
I want to see the desire in your eyes,
I want you to touch my body . . .
to claim it,
own it.
I want to mold your body into mine,
and knead my entire being into yours,
meshing our souls as one . . .
I want to.
I want you to grasp my ass firmly,
slip a hand beneath my dress,
run your hand all over me . . .
play with me.
Damn, feel how hot I am
through the sheer fabric,
which protects . . .
my true self.
Can you feel the heat
and hear the even breaths
which escapes my lips?
I know you can.
I want you . . .
to tweak my nipples
and send a ripple
to all the other erotic zones I own.
I want to . . .
feel your hand
rip away the fabric
which shields me from you.
And feel your fingers
as they tug
my undergarments
down.
I want to . . .
feel your hand
as it touches my flesh,
time and time again.
I want to feel your fingers find my treasure,
as you dig deeper . . .
causing reaction of wetness to flow.
Five years later . . .
and I still
surrender to your will
and want to . . . . more and more.
