When I love you, I love to watch you touch yourself the way you like to be touched, love to see you get lost in yourself, surrender to sensation. It’s an opportunity to glimpse into your sexual inner life, see traces of that force within you that compels you to connect, to move, to drive forward. To free the dark ache so that it bursts into the light, tensing and relaxing.
I want to press my mouth to yours in an impossibly deep kiss, absorb you at the apex of your longing and fall back to earth until this is just a bed, we just two people, and it’s much too late for us both to be awake.