I see the way you look at me.  I can see into your eyes, a glimmer of your soul.  I know what you’re thinking, and I like it.  You raise your eyebrow at me from across the room; it’s an open invitation for me to come closer.  I know what you mean when you pull me close to you, with your palm on the small of my back. I know what you’re thinking when you breathe in my scent so deeply.  I know what it is that you want when you say my name.  I can hear it in your voice.

So I bite you.  Your neck, your fingers, your throat.  I bite you and lick and nibble on you.  And I know what I’m doing because I can feel the goose bumps raise on your skin.  I can hear your breath become more shallow, and I can almost see the shiver running down your spine.  I know what I’m doing when I bury my face in your chest, breathing hot air onto your skin.  I want to whisper secrets in your ear.  I want to tell you all of the dirty things I will do to you.  I want to go between whispering and kissing your earlobe.  I want you to eagerly await the next time I walk up to you… to anticipate the stories I will tell you.  I want to create new stories with you, new ideas, and new positions.  Let’s do something new and awkward and wild.  Let’s be free.

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