You can be my kite. skimming over my curves with the beat of a summer breeze, light fluttery touches that make me arch my back in anticipation. Or you can follow the path of a hurricane, full of energy, let me get caught up in the whirlwind of delicious destruction as you leave crescent moon shaped marks on my neck in your wake.
Pull me into you, into the eye of the storm where I have to grip your back so that I can stay anchored in this world.
Make me your own, brand your name into my lips so that it's the only thing I can say.
and when you think you've had enough, I'll make you come
to your senses
savoring each sensation that slowly seduces your shivering skin
I'll make it hard
for you to leave
because the best distractions
are the ones left unsaid.
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