I Want

I want to know what you’re wearing, how it feels and clings to your skin.
I want to know how you’re feeling.
I want to know your excitement, your smells and the tremors in the beat of your heart.
I want to take your hand and walk you outside.

I want to hold your hand and walk through the rain.
To stand soaked to the skin surrounded by trees.
To lean your back against the rough bark and kiss your neck.
I want to feel the rain in my hair and your fingers on my skin.
I want to lick the rivulets of water from your ear.

I want to pull you down onto the grass.
I want to peel the wet clothing from you, to run my fingers over the goose bumps the cold dampness leaves on your skin.
I want to have slow teasing sex.
I want to feel your nails on my back, your teeth on my neck and the cold wash of rain against me.

I want to smooth your plastered hair from your head while I lift you up and enter into you.
I want to make steam come from our bodies as I stand with you wrapped around me.
I want us to climax faces lifted to the sky, rain washing over us.

I want to take you to the ocean.
I want to stand atop the bluff looking out.
I want to lean you over the railing and slowly take you from behind, us both leaning into the whipping rain and ocean spray.
I want the wind to blow your hair back at me while I hold your hips.
I want to feel the cold rain against the skin of your breasts as I ride you against the storm.

I want to feel your lips around my shaft as I slip my fingers inside you.
I want our heated attention of each other to steam and fog up the windows of the car.
I want you to ride my hand while you lick, suck and attend to me.
I want to close my eyes and feel you around my hardness, your wetness around me and the rain around us both, thrumming its obscuring curtain.
I want to stroke your hair and taste myself on your lips.

I want to dry you down with a towel in front of a roaring log fire.
I want to massage your smooth skin to the sounds of the howling wind and driving rain outside.
I want to kiss your thighs and make you arch your back in anticipation.
I want to lick the crease of your thighs, I want to slip my tongue into your folds, and I want to devour you.
I want to feel the heat of the fire on prickling my back with your thighs around me, your hands tangled in my hair.
I want to hear your moan as you shudder against my face.

I want to wrap myself around your body naked before the flames.
I want to sleep encompassing you.
I want to become your skin, to be in constant contact while you wake and sleep.
I want to feel you moving against and under me always in the rain.