Wants

I want you. I want all of you. I want to taste your lips after the first bite of a cherry. I want to smell the summer breeze across your neck. I want to see your eyes consume my soul. I want to hear your heartbeat when the music stops and the dancing is done. I want to touch your soul with a whisper, talk to your heart with my eyes, and converse with your mind.

I want you. I want all of you. I want to taste the jagged edge of your tongue as it plays along my neck. I want to feel the torrential rains flow from you as I touch you deep inside. I want to lift you up to the heavens as I impale you to the depths of Hell.

I want you. I want all of you. I want to shatter your calm and rewrite your definition of ecstasy. I want to teach you the meaning of Master. I want to show you a world of pleasure balanced at the tip of a pin by pain. I want to bind you to give you the freedom you long for.

I want you. I want all of you. I want your fantasies to be so real you long for the taste of words. I want your reality to be so fantastical you believe the illusion. I want the mirror to lie, yet tell the impossible truth: you are mine, but I belong to you.

I want you. I want all of you. I want you beaten and undefeated. I want you savaged and tender. I want you soft as satin and tough as leather. I want you locked away, flying free with every breath.

I want you. I want all of you.