I enjoy the way we embrace and caress, undressed and bare. I like the way your lips hug my dick, in a “i never want to let you go” kind of way

but also in a “give me a reason to miss you” kind of way. I see it in the way you run when I thrust and stare at me frustrated when I stop to ask if you’re okay.

I can’t get enough of the way you offer yourself,

a place to bury parts of me;

a place to pour parts of me.