Bicoastal Musings and other Shenanigans

Let me have my way with you
raw, entirely.
Give in.
Let go.
I want your out of body experience.
Your eyes locked onto mine.
Your lip-bitten pleasure.
Your nails raking my bare skin.
To hear you begging.
I’m not stopping.
Don’t tell me you need to rest.
We’ve been dreaming this dream
for long enough.
Let me learn you in ways others
couldn’t.
We’re safe in these sheets.
Let me in.
I want your hair by the fistful.
Your screams for more.
Your throat in my hands.
Your sweat dripping on the floor.

I’ll love you like you need me to.

Don’t tell me you’re tired.
We’re not done yet.
Let me take you to the other side.
Keep going.
Hold on to me.
Come with me.
I want your teeth against flesh.
I want to taste the sweat beading on your chest.
Your hunger -
carnal and rising.
Your expletives wet.
Your every drop of every thing.
I’m in so deep now.
Don’t tell me it’s too much.
I’ll love you until you’ve had enough.

Tell me you’re ready.

J. Raymond
Come With Me - From The Kindred Project
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I'm ready.
 
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