Yes It Is

yes it is

sometimes

Sometimes I don’t want to touch you. I want you naked and blushing and standing in front of me.

I want to watch as you slide your hands up and down your rib cage, see your stomach muscles spasm as you move your fingers across your chest.

I want to smirk at you and tell you to put your fingers in your mouth, tell you how how the subtle thrust of your hips hasn’t gone unnoticed.

 I will tell you to show me just how slutty you are. Watch your eyes close as you take your own fingers deeper, moaning around yourself.

Order you to move your fingers to your nipples.

Rougher. We both know how you really like it.

I want to leave the room for a moment, knowing that you’ll stay in position. You have such a needy inclination, and being embarrassed heightens your desire.

I want to stand behind you, have you feel my presence without contact.

I want to hear you thank me, I want your voice to crack as you tell me who your body belongs to.

Sometimes I don’t want to touch you. I just want to to remind you that you’re mine