I need you to lust over me.
At night, I want you to dream in sensation and in colors where I have my hands all over your body. My mouth searching for your soul while I’d trace the contours of your hips with my fingertips.
And when you’re awake, I need you to stop and stare in the middle of the day with your thoughts away with me. I’d press my lips against the valley of your chest, and from there my tongue will find its way up to yours.
Irog, I need you to lust over me.