I never know when to expect you.  Sometimes you call first.  Sometimes you just show up and let yourself in.  I’m always surprised to find you naked in my bed.  The release can be hard and fast, or slow and dreamy, but it’s always a welcome surprise.
I ache for you. The flick of your tongue along my spine, the taste of your skin, the cologne that makes my head spin.  I want to hear your sigh when I wrap my legs around you; watch your eyes drift closed as you sink all the way into me.  Whisper my name into the night.  Trace my tattoo with your tongue.   Show me you ache, too.


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