Let me touch you.
Not where you think I'm going to,
but where my hands were meant to be.

Let me kiss you.
Not on your lips,
but on every other body part that's never been kissed.

Passion runs through my veins
as my nails run through your hair.
Scratching and pulling while our bodies breathe in unison.

*** isn't an option.
Make love to me like only you know how.
Make your name my lips favorite word.
Make my legs go numb from the pleasure
you've caused between them;
the pleasure you've caused between us.

Stopping isn't an option.
Let me explode. Physically and mentally.
Let your fingers be the reason my mind won't set you free.
Let's just… be, B.