How does it feel to know I can’t stop thinking about you?
How does it feel to know my thoughts quietly wander in daydreams of our skin?
My mouth traveling from your mouth,
down your neck and your chest,
slowly stopping to kiss and tongue everywhere along the way.
Slowly making my way down,
as you caress all my curves.
Sweet smooth collide of hands, mouth, body.
I’ll crawl for you.
How does it feel to know I want you most?