I see you

You move — and I ache. Every breath becomes a question only your hands can answer. There’s no innocence in this —only need. The way you make me forget what it means to be composed. I crave — not softly, but with every inch of me. Reaching, throbbing, pleading. I want your mouth, your weight, your name pressed into the heat between my thighs. I fall into the space you make for me. Your fingers tracing like a map you’ve spent years creating. Your name is a gasp I try to swallow, but it spills — in whispers, in moans, in the dark, where I am most honest. This isn’t love dressed in white. This is red. Deep. Raw. The kind of love that claws and clings, doesn't apologize for wanting everything." specialsteph74