The pain you caused became the light within me You brought me to a point where the deep fog of the soul burst That moment was strange. Pain took hold of my hand and for the first time I felt like I was standing before God It was as if you had inflicted wounds and I had seen my way through those wounds.
Why do I want to make love to you so much that it actually hurts sometimes?
Because every single time I look at you, it’s like the first time all over again.
I see the little freckle just beneath your left collarbone that only shows when you laugh hard.
I see the way your hair falls across your forehead when you’re concentrating on something tiny and unimportant.
I see the curve of your waist when you reach up to put a glass away and your shirt rides up just enough to show that strip of skin I’m addicted to touching.
My eyes have memorized you, and they still get greedy. They still beg for more.
Because I know exactly how you taste.
I know the salt on your neck after we’ve been walking in the sun.
I know the sweet spot just behind your ear that makes you shiver when I kiss it slow.
I know how your bottom lip feels between mine when you’re trying to stay quiet and failing.
I know the way your mouth opens against my skin when you’re too turned on to pretend anymore.
I’m ruined for anything else. You’re the only flavor I ever want again.
Because I feel you in ways I can’t even explain.
I feel the heat of you through two layers of clothes when we’re just standing in the kitchen talking about nothing.
I feel your pulse racing under my thumb when I slide my hand up your thigh under the table.
I feel the way your whole body answers mine before you even say yes, like you were built to fit me.
My skin remembers every place yours has ever been, and it aches when you’re not close enough.
Because you drive me out of my mind and I love it.
The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking about something dirty.
The little gasp you make when I surprise you with my hands.
The way you arch into me like you can’t help yourself.
I replay those moments when I’m alone and it’s torture, because nothing feels as good as the real thing, nothing.
Because your moans are my favorite song.
That low, broken sound you make when I first slide inside you.
The way you say my name like a prayer when you’re right on the edge.
The soft, helpless whimpers when I keep you there on purpose because I’m selfish and I want to hear more.
I could listen to you come undone for hours and it would never be enough.
Because I’m obsessed with how good we feel together.
I want to watch your eyes roll back when I hit that spot that makes you forget your own name.
I want to feel you clench around me when you can’t hold on anymore.
I want to ruin you for anyone else the way you’ve ruined me, gently, completely, forever.
Because underneath all of this insane hunger is the deepest love I’ve ever known.
I don’t just want your body; I want your pleasure like it’s mine to protect.
I want to give you everything, every shiver, every scream, every slow, perfect aftershock, because making you feel good is the closest I’ve ever come to heaven.
If you could crawl inside my chest for just one minute,
if you could feel the way my heart slams against my ribs every time you walk into the room,
if you could taste how desperate I am to be close to you, skin to skin, breath to breath,
then you’d understand why “want” isn’t even a strong enough word anymore.
I don’t just want to make love to you.
I need it.
I need you.
Like air. Like home. Like the only thing that makes sense in this entire world.
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