Sometimes, I wonder if I want too much.
I want to make you feel good.
To hear those moans and sharpened breaths.
To feel your body constricting underneath me as you dig your fingers into my hips.
To throw my head back as I let myself spill on top of you, embracing your wholeness throbbing deep inside.
To sense your release rip through your limbs to fill mine.
As we’re catching our breaths, sweaty palms and, my body falling limp collapsing on your chest.
I wish to hear no words, just fingers running through my hair, to taste those sweet lips, arms holding me down, keeping me safe. My vulnerability exposed, deepest fears and all that’s in between. I want you to have all of me.
infinitememoirs 