Wanting

I want you.
I want to fill my nostrils with your scent,
feel your breathe, hot, on my skin.
I want to be your passion,
live inside it and be one with it.
I want kisses.
Tender quiet kisses
with a thunder roll of desire beneath.
I dream of softly grazing lips,
my cheek next to yours,
those long lashes tickling my jawline
as our mouths seek each other’s moistness.
I want to press my lips to yours,
suck on your lips
and wrap my tongue around your softness.
Your fingers tangled in my hair
as you pull me closer
I can feel your excitement.
Be aggressive;
show me how you missed me.
Pull my hair back, arch my neck
and bite tiny nibbles down my neck.
Lick me as your prize
and knaw your way down to my aching breasts.
Rip open my shirt and let my brastraps fall.
I want to feel your weight lying on my body,
my legs entwined with yours.
I want the sweat from your body
sticking to mine.
I want your sated and exhausted body
to collapse against mine
because your legs feel weak.
I want you.
I want to lie next to you
until I drift away into pleasant dreams,
feeling the warmth of your skin.
I want to hold you deep into the night
and wake with you in the morning,
naked and needing.