I need you laid across my lap mindless and screaming my name while I play you like an instrument, my fingers showing you just how much you mean to me.

Your face buried into my shoulder, your nails scratching down my back.

I just need you at your most primal.

My feral fucking mess.

The things I want to do to you would get me banned from most Applebee's

A blindfold, gently draped across your eyes.

Hands bound above your head.

Your legs spread apart.

The bed warm below you.

Silence.

The waiting, bated breath, the anticipation.

A jolt, my fingers against your skin.

Softly tracing your curves.

My lips brush against your neck.

All mine.