When I walk through the door don’t talk, just kiss me.
Your lips, tongue, teeth, breath pressed against my neck.
My hands roaming your back, your ass, your ribs.
Pulling at your shirt, needing to feel the heat of your skin on my hands.
The biting is enough to hurt, but it hurts in such a good way.
I bite you back and you shiver, your nipples harden and the desire for your shorts to come off intensifies.
Kiss me on my chest when I take off my shirt.
Let me feel the wetness of your tongue on my stomach when you fall to your knees.
Grab my hand and let me fingers feel the warmth of what’s inside.
Inside of your panties, your soul, your heart.
I want to feel it all.
I want to feel it all through your kiss.
We need to cum together from that kiss, from our kiss.
Dance with me.
No music playing.
No band in the background.
Just me with my pants unzipped, my belt undone.
You with your bra on the floor, your shorts on the couch, your shirt on the TV.
Just your body pressed against mine in your panties, needing me to hold you.
Wanting me to hold you.
The intensity in us never wanting to let each other go.
Your heat, warmth, wetness giving me strength.
Picking you up and sitting you on the arm of the couch.
Hearing your moan, your giggle from my lips on your thighs.
From my lips on your calves.
From my lips embracing your areola.
Pleasuring you arouses me to no end.
Knowing me being inside of you gives you life gives me life.
Dance With Me.
These are the morning thoughts of Demez F. White….