I Want
Published in Velvet Heat
You ask me if I want
to sleep with you.
You watch me,
waiting for my answer.
I want for us
to touch each other
until we become
half-mad with desire.
I want to explore
your body and learn
the taste, texture and feel
of your secret places.
I want your hands
to pull at my clothes
and bare my body
to your searching fingers.
I want your mouth
on me – licking,
sucking, driving me
to a frenzy of need.
I want to look up
into your eyes
as you move your body
onto and into mine.
I want to
feel your hardness
slowly fill the
emptiness inside me.
I want you to move inside me,
slowly and steadily until
our sweat-slicked bodies
can’t be restrained.
I want you to struggle
for control as my
orgasm pushes you
close to the edge.
I want you to slam
your body into mine,
burning consciousness away
with white-hot flames of pleasure.
I want to feel
your weight on me and
your heartbeat slow
as we catch our breath.
I want to sip some wine,
regard your profile in repose
and contemplate having you
inside me a second time.
I want to curl next to
your warm body,
grope for a sheet and
rest until desire builds again.
So, the answer is,
“No, I don’t want
to sleep with you.
Not yet.”
