I want to know

I want to know how your skin smells
at the hollow of your neck

I want to know how your hair feels
in my fingers, at the back of your head

I want to know the sensation
of my tongue sliding across your nipple

I want to know the taste of your mouth
the first time we kiss

I want to know how your skin feels
the heat of it, next to mine

I want to watch your hips, when I touch you,
in a certain place, with a certain pressure

I want to know the sounds you make
when you don’t give a damn who hears

I want to know the look in your eyes,
when  you’re hungry for me

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