I Can See Both Sides Now

She doesn't know
How exquisite she is

Which only makes me want her more

Her eyes hold a light, captivating

Her smile disarms, invites

She is enchanting

Her laugh releases inhibitions

She exudes aliveness, it’s contagious

She doesn’t know how her lips 
Deep dark wine
Luscious and round and plump
Make me want to trace them
With my finger, my tongue

How the smooth curve of her hips
Makes me ache to touch all of her

The round soft parts

Entice yearning, fuel hunger

I want to gently run my hand over her

Feel her shiver, watch the tingle wave

I want my lips on her smooth, bare

Open to me, to ME

My mouth wet on her

Feel her weaken

I want to hear her gasp

Sudden intake of air, but feeling breathless

I crave her pleading

I want her thrashing with need

But I also want to grip her flesh so tight it hurts

I want to hear the sound she makes

I want to see her hunger

I want her undone

I want us soaked in her

I want her animal

I want to own her sex

I want her to surrender

I know now what he meant

When he talked of marking me

The pleasure in the bruise or welt

That she would let me

That she might want it, need it

How might she growl at the pain

At the pleasure

How she might crave more

Marked, trembling with need

Waves of release taking over her body

Seeing the marks in public

At dinner, our secret lust visible

Her fingers tracing over it

Eyes locked

Me pressing it, seeing the wince

Followed by need

Days afterward

Kissing it, licking it

Watching her shudder all over again

I can imagine too

Seeing cum land on it

Rubbing it in

Licking it off, watching her crumble

Marked

Unravelled

Throbbing

Content

Alive