The slow, intense sweeping of your lips across mine.
Your neck, my tongue.
The brushing of your material against my skirt.
My fingers twisted in your hair, gripping.
Your hands around my waist.
The feeling arises, you have me.
I would give you anything.
You are so provocative, you can have anything.
You are my first, and I really don’t mind if you are my last.
Teach me how to do it, tell me where to go.
Show me the world in one night.
