My every cell boils with passion at the thought of you.
My skin crawls in longing to be rubbed, pinched, stroked, scratched, caressed, or demanded by your hands.
My hair wishes you could take a handful of it and hold on.
My ******* want to be nibbled, nuzzled, kissed, licked, traced and revered by you.
My neck is bared to you in trust.

My soul wants to see you.

My heart wants to feel you.

My body…...wants it all.

To love you breathes an art.
Your body is the canvas my hands yearn to paint.
The sculpted shape of your form is something I’ve only known dreams of.
Kissing you is like my lips have met the stars.
Hearing you sigh sounds like the sand rejoicing for another wave.
Seeing you looks like the first flower bud in spring.
Embracing you is like the pleasure a horizon feels in receiving a sunset.
To love you breathes an art.