thoughts of you

even as I stand here
all I can think about is kissing your lips,
tasting your tongue.
feeling your arms around me,
your hands touching.
my breasts quiver under your palm,
my nipple hard as you pinch.
I want you to manipulate me,
my sex,
and know I am under your spell,
at your mercy.
so wet for you that I can barely sit still when you
touch,
tease,
taste.
I am a slave to my desire when you lay next to me
and I can smell your skin so close,
your breath hot on my throat.
I want nothing more than this,
with you.