Category : Diary/Journal

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"I want you." ... That's what I told him. Plain and simple. Yet, the depth of the simplicity of those three words, he understood perfectly. He knew I wasn't stating a request for something I can't afford, and he also knew it wasn't just a figure of speech or some childish need. 

He knew when I told him I want him, I meant I want every molecule of him. I want his passion and his Soul. I want his breath in my mouth. I want his lips pressed hard against mine. I want his suppressed moans that he tries to bury in his chest gushing around my earlobes. I want his fingers running through my hair and I want his lips to move faster and harder and deeper against my mouth. I want his hips pushed tight into mine until our skin is glued together. I want to feel the intense heat radiating from his skin with his sweat glistening as it runs from his forehead, over his nose, and dripping down his chin. I want to feel his muscles spasm against my flesh. I want him to beg for more while he gasps for air as I mercilessly torture his sanity with the familiar beast he knows that is within me. I want his entire body exposed to me to bite, to do as I please and have his chest heaving as I submit myself to him.... skin against skin, flesh tearing against flesh. I want his entire body wrapped around mine and mine around his, fully and completely woven and intertwined as one. I want us grinding, biting, and clawing at each other so hard it makes our muscles clench, our skin tighten, and our minds explode.

When I say "I want you" to him, he knows exactly what I mean. He knows I don't just want him.... I want us.