only skin like yours
Your skin tastes like freedom. Salty and sweet on my tongue. I wish to crawl inside your bones, become the very marrow of your being. The pulse and rhythm of your blood calls me to dance. I dance for you, to you.
You know that, right?
Every twist of flesh, every flex of sinew is for you. I hear the soothing lullaby your heart sings as you sleep. I know the driving pulse of blood as you ride me, beautiful, bucking, and wild. So beautiful and wild, I must dance for you.
You realize this, don't you?