Seated Bedside

I want to see you rubbing your sex in slow circles...
I want to tell you to speed up, slow down, speed up...
I want to see your eyes glaze over as you lose your control...
I want to see you balanced so close to losing it all...
I want to be the eyes that command your orgasm...
I want to be that whisper on the phone at work...
I want to be that twitch in your sex when you think unpure thoughts...
I want to watch how you vibe yourself to sleep...
I want to be the saliva on your hands as you mosten yourself...
I want to be your first, second, and third fingers...
I want to be the porn you imagine in your fantasies fucking you senseless...
I want to be that electricity that ignites you when you ease it in...
I want to be your breathlessness as you are stretched open...
I want you to race home moist and hot for me during your lunch...
I want to be in your mind, engrained in your mind, entirely consuming you...
How does it feel to be possessed, my love?
     How does it feel to be powerless?
          I bet you never realized how completely perfect it can be.