Dirty Talk

Dirty Talk.
[His Perspective]

I had to mention that you are the one I’m searching for.
Give me a chance to hold your hand,
even when palms get sweaty,
and my grip exhausts,
I won’t let go.
I’ll take care of you girl,
until you body aches.
Let me hold you by your slim waist,
get a little taste of each drip from your lips and straight back down to your hips.
Let me linger there for a moment
and send that sweet sensation running down to your core.
So baby let me take my time,
seconds turning to minuets passing by.
I’ll run my hands up from the back of your calves until they rest at your thighs,
shaking within my grip.
Lick after lick,
until you’re begging to stop.
When you’ve had enough I’ll kiss my way from your hip bone resting at your collar bone,
I want to feel the moan in your movements
as your fingernails bury themselves into these shoulder blades.
Scar me until your grip gives out.
Tighter.
Let me actually feel how much you want me.
Let my breath come in slow,
caressing your neck and back down your spine.
I can’t wait for the press of your lips,
parting with mine.
Closed eyes,
my lips will find yours like a gravitational pull.
I can’t get enough.
So let me read your body like braille.
Excuse my hands as they’ll trace every dip and curve
like a man who’s never felt up a figure before.
I want to memorize all the aestheticism behind each skin particle and molecule.
Let me lay you down,
right beneath me,
skin to skin so you can’t escape me.
Let me, love you.
In all senses of the word.
Let me be the one to love you,
and to make love to you.
Slowly at first,
I’ll love you until you feel smothered by me,
hips in contact for the first time.
Thrust after thrust,
I’ll see your facial expressions change.
I want to feel your body shake because of me.
Your hand placed tightly in mine just like the beginning.