Unclean

Please don't wash. I don't want Ivory soap in my noise. I want pussy that smells like you, your scent. I want to lick you and get salt and sweat and juice intermingled. Why must you shower, always? Come roll with me, don't think so much. I want to pull you down on top of me and spread your ass cheeks enough that you spread in the front as well, barely. I want this to surprise you. You smell like my own private heaven, like something dark and secret but just for me. But this is what you are, right? There is a heaviness between my legs when you sleep softly beside me. I am not allowed to stir or wake you but you are candy (caramel) and your soft body is so close. Please let me roll you over and see the desire in your eyes again, so lost, as your hands tangle in my hair and your mouth engulfs mine. Do you remember that control, lost? Let me bite your ass, so hard that have you to control your squeal but so good that you don't stop me. Let me pull you up on all fours and bury my fingers inside you. I knew you'd be wet. Let me find the backside of your clit and rub baby. Pressing so deep while you move your whole body against those two fingers (you are so so tight), my thumb rubbing so lightly while you swell, my hands on your waist pulling you closer while you yell, "oh honey, fuck me". And I do. And you surge around me hand and I am so very lost to you.

Do you remember? Firelight, eyes locked, wrapped in white down. Will you come back or are you lost to me forever?