Lisa

Om mig

Do you understand that I want you? Not need you. Want you, and specifically now, with nothing of your day left over and nothing of mine either.

Waiting has stopped working for me. My skin is warm before you have even arrived, every look makes it worse rather than better, and what I keep coming back to is your hands on me and your mouth leaving heat wherever it passes. Close enough that no distance is left between us at all...