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So-- You say you want exclusive rights to my body. . .
You want exclusive rights to my face?
You want to know that the last and only time anyone traced my features it was under the intensity of your gaze as you looked in thought and wondered where I came from?
You want exclusive rights to my ears so you can know that the last time anyone whispered there, anyone brushed against them, anyone licked them, it was with your mouth?
You want to taste my lips like a strawberry plucked fresh from the field?
You want to know that the last time I kissed until I was breathless it was on your face?
You want to bite against my tongue and run your teeth along mine and know that the last time I parted my lips except to eat it was to take you deep inside my mouth?
You want to know that the last time I ran my nails down a back it was yours?
That the last time I ached to have sex with a perfect man with muscles that rippled up against me--
I throbbed for you.
You want to know exactly what there is to do to feed the pulse of electricity that runs from my tits to my vagina?
You want to know how to pinch those nipples into submission?
You want to know how to make me sag against you begging for more?
More teeth
More suction
More intensity
You want to tease me ‘til I scream?
You want to know just how to balance your finger against my clit so that it shudders in your hand as I sigh a gutteral unexpressible sound of anguish because
you are the only one I want
the only one I need
the only name I call when I’m in ecstasy
the only one I submit to?
You want exclusive rights to my pussy?
You want to know that when I spread my legs and feel the gush of juices from the ribbons there that these thighs have not been parted since I last opened them for you?
You want to memorize the ripples there like raised ridges of Braille?
You want to cram inside
then feel the thrust of your dick deep within me
the pulse of muscles as I clench my heat around your cock
thrashing on your bed?
You want to work me into a lather, into a sweat, and find your sheets in a puddle on the bed when we are through?
You want to feel the shudder of my orgasm long after you’ve watched me rise to my peak and surrender to the other side?
You want exclusive rights so that our sex is sacred ground?
An entity only to be opened by you?
A unity?
A sanctified ceremony like the dance of Navajo women around the fire when they prayed for rain for corn?
You want to know that the only man I dream of is you, Baby?
The only hands I want touching me are on the ends of your arms
The only body I want pressed against mine as I sleep is yours
You want to be the object of my affection--
My love, my angel, my breathless baby who sighs against me when he comes?
You want to know when I desire you even though it might exhaust you to meet my needs?
You want me to cry your name when I’m in fear
and utter those same syllables when we whisper against one another in the black of night?
You want to tuck me into bed at night
You want to watch me as I sleep?
You want to smooth the strands of hair away from my mouth as I breathe?
You want to find me on your pillow every morning?
You want to love me?
You want to care for me, to bring me chicken soup and ginger ale when I am sick?
You want to cherish me when I am down?
You want to massage Ben Gay on arthritic joints when I am old?
You want to be The One?
Exclusive?
Are you up to it?
Then you’ve got it, Baby.
