In honesty ,
I don't see a reason not to,
I apologise for being crude or being rude or being blunt,
I can feel this urge,
this craving,
this want.
I know you've wanted it,
And I refuse to dennie it,
To be clear an honest, I don't plan to disrespect or disregard,
Your words or agreements.
But I don't disregard your wants, and I don't see why I would,
You make me feel like I shouldn't, but you do like you should.
Your eyes scream at me,
As your thoughts twisting into my frequencies, calling me, but keeping me at bay.
Your body reserved but your fingers twitch,
Watching you closely,
I can feel your nervous, it's not about me, I can feel you wanting me, but nervous.
As I said it's not me, your not nervous about me, you may not know me, but you know me, well enough to or understand or know my intentions, but you know your not nervous because of me, I know you aren't.
But I do know why you are.
You gave me a reason, but I don't feel you can agree with it, I can feel your regret already building as you say no.
But I know why,
your afraid, of the problem, of the situation, of the conversation, of the lingering regret of regrets yet felt.
But what regrets are more fearsome then the ones we create in our selves?
Give your desire to me, rest your eyes from fears, let me take what you want me to have, and I'll give everything I know you want.
To me this submission is one long coming, and now it's silent and waiting,
Every glance, every bitten lip, every idea of desire, every moment in my presence, I've felt you.
Your wants flowing to me like a current from the oceans pull, doubtless as they are, unquestionable,
And unrelenting.
So to be honest what reason not to, when it seems the scales have set, and balance is in my favor, and yours.
it's insane how much I can crave her and we've just met, I understand her needs to be reserved but I understand her wants and feel them enough to question what reservation is even needed.