don’t speak, I need your lips.
I need your hands on me, slow and strong. please.
it’s this need in me, this need in you, that fills the air between with electricity.
this electrical-chemical-magic that makes me vibrate when we touch, even accidentally, like a pebble sending ripples through the water.
stabs my groins when you smile your crooked smile.
makes me feel lightheaded and slightly dizzy.
like a flower to the sun, I stretch out to your welcoming arms.
so please, don’t speak. I need your lips.