Take Me. Now.

 

I have this deep, want. No words though. No words to fill the silence and space. Just, being. Be. I am. I want for this ghost of no one I know. So desperately. Thoroughly. I cannot see a face of admiration or eyes, eyebrows raised in a knowing of me. Of what I need. Us. There is no us. Or we. Just hands and teeth. Fingers entangling. Legs wrapping. Lips melting into each other. Into. One body. Together. Moans producing jellies. Inhibitions, obliterated. Fear is a feeling we were never taught. It doesn’t exist. My person licking the palm of my hand. Biting the back, left side of my neck. Me. Grabbing. Biting. Sucking. Ecstasy. Screams of gratitude. From a deep want that has lived inside of us both for. Far. Too. Long.

Give it to me. Now.