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I want to be held.
Hands on my hips, pull me closer
"Can't wait to see you again" held.
To feel you slide up behind me
Smile in your pocket, smirk on your face
Cold hands on a warm stomach
Moist breath on my collarbone.
Nose tracing a path across my shoulders
Hands closing a circle around my torso
Your hips perfectly alligned with mine.
I want to have visions of "after"
Away from the prying, discerning eye.
You exchange your smirk for that smile
And the twinkle remains in your eye,
simultaneously spilling from your lips.
Exchanging glances only we can read.
I want to be kissed
Belt-loop pulling, forget-technique
"I can taste your chapstick" kissed.
Lips moving down my neck,
hands pulling me ever closer.
I want your lust,
knowing that it derives from something deeper.
I want to explore you
with my eyes closed and heart open.
Run my hands through your hair
and press up close to your masculine physique.
I want to be loved--
in multiple fashions.
To be more than "one of the guys".
Hands on my hips, pull me closer
"Can't wait to see you again" held.
To feel you slide up behind me
Smile in your pocket, smirk on your face
Cold hands on a warm stomach
Moist breath on my collarbone.
Nose tracing a path across my shoulders
Hands closing a circle around my torso
Your hips perfectly alligned with mine.
I want to have visions of "after"
Away from the prying, discerning eye.
You exchange your smirk for that smile
And the twinkle remains in your eye,
simultaneously spilling from your lips.
Exchanging glances only we can read.
I want to be kissed
Belt-loop pulling, forget-technique
"I can taste your chapstick" kissed.
Lips moving down my neck,
hands pulling me ever closer.
I want your lust,
knowing that it derives from something deeper.
I want to explore you
with my eyes closed and heart open.
Run my hands through your hair
and press up close to your masculine physique.
I want to be loved--
in multiple fashions.
To be more than "one of the guys".