You soar into my world on a breath of fresh air, a hero and a man, a martyr and a saint, ruthlessly soft yet brutally hard...and you make me want you.
Does it excite you to know that you excite me?
Do you lie awake at night as I do, waiting for the next touch...the next feeling...the next sensation?
You cross the room, a tomcat strutting toward a singular goal, your hungry gaze locked on target.
You know what you want and you know how to take it.
Are you always so confident? Or do you see the need written in my expression?
Do you feel the electricity that passes in our touch...the vulnerable heat at the core of me...begging for you...begging for this light you bring me?
I breath...breath you in like smoke in the air...wanting more...
Always more.
I'll take that.
I'll sink my teeth into it possessively and taste the salty sweet life that flows...that crimson essence that smells of all we are and all we can be. I'll lap it up eagerly and roll it over my tongue.
And I'll grin.
You are the ship that carries me on this sea of empty promises.
You are the anchor that holds me in place and the wind that fills my sails.
For a moment, I'll hold that.
And I'll remember.