hey love ❤️

I stand still, letting my hunger grow,
watching the rise and fall of your breath,
how your chest sways beneath lace and longing,
how your fingers curl, aching for mine.
Not yet….. my eyes tell you,

Desire is a fire best tended slow,
a fire that needs no rush to burn.
I want to read every inch of you,
trace your story with my lips,
pull each sigh from your body
like the verses of a poem only I can write….

You shift, restless,
thighs pressing, seeking friction,
your pulse drumming its own quiet demand.
But I smile, shaking my head…
not out of denial,
but devotion.

I need to watch you unravel,
to feel the weight of your need crash into me
before I let myself drown in you.
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