The thing is...
I have a hard time writing fiction.
I write what I know
Which is non-fiction,
Simply facts.
I was told at too young of an age
That fiction wasn't real.
I was never allowed to believe
Never allowed to imagine
So that stuck me in reality
Leaving me to write what I know
See what only is real
Never to dream.

It's that hungry look in your eyes
The one that is almost scary
I ask myself what are you going to do to me
Then I realize as the world shuts down around us
You could never do me any harm.

You strip me down
And stare
You examine all that I am
Seeing all of you
And you want me.

And holy **** I want you too
I want all of you
Wrapped around me
Inside me
I want to be yours.

I am yours
And you are mine
This ring on my hand reminds me so
I am yours
And you are mine.

Sometimes you move with such swiftness
Such passion it could be mistaken
As pure lust
No love included.
But I feel that love.

I know the love is there
I feel it deep down in my soul
With every fiber of my being
I love it
I love you.

Your body gently
Gracefully
Caresses mine.
You make my heart beat faster
Keep me wanting more
By the way you run your hands
Ever so softly down my body.
The sweet gently touch of your fingertips
Make my body scream out for you.

I NEED you.
NOW.
I want you
I have to have you.
Thank god I do.

I love you and you love me
That's what makes this special.
This connection
The deep soul-fulfilling connection
That makes me come alive
Each and every time
You touch me.

I fear we are falling apart
That I have become boring to you
Used, known, unexciting.
That scares me.
You know my body
I love that
You are just beginning to understand
My complex mind though.
I want you to stay
I want to keep you captivated.
But I am afraid I do not know how.