Confessions

Confessions

I confess,
I thought about you last night.
Not just a simple thought,
A deep, unfiltered thought.
Nothing held back.

Thoughts about the way
you arouse desires in me.
Thoughts about how wanting you
is as important as breathing,
how my mouth becomes dry,
and how small moans escape
without my permission.

Thought about the way
you undress me with your eyes.
About how that doesn't make me
feel uncomfortable.
How it actually makes my body
tingle, and how I awaken as on queue.

Thought about how I will hold that stare.
I will not shift my gaze,
I will not back down.
Warm and sultry visions
come creeping to mind.

Sensations start at my belly
and rush there way down
to places I have kept secret
from you.

I feel my self transform,
slowly thoughts of devouring you
come to be.
Your voice melts away
my attempts at restraint.

I confess,
I'd love for you to talk me
through this experience.
Start slow with quiet musings,
gradually let it build,
till your words are profound,
and my will to control is gone.

Your voice is sufficient to take
my body and release it into a
quickened, desperate, delight.

I confess,
Your eyes,
your voice,
reach me,
grab me,
pull me in.

Tell me,
what will the feel of your
mouth tightly pressed against mine do?

Tell me,
confess,
what will the presence
of your body deeply entwined in mine do?

Don't hold back,
I want your confession...