I Can’t Have Him Near.

Because when he is I can only think of one thing.

That one naughty yet delightful thing.

His skin on mine.

Creating heat hotter than the summer sun.

Voice in my ear.

Breathing.

Whispering.

Breathing quicker...

And quicker...

I can't focus if he's near.

He can't speak without my eyes on his lips.

His perfect pout.

Perfect shape.

Shiny from his tongue.

His teeth are just right there...

To bite with...

To bite my lip...

my neck...

Bite harder.

Baby.

Harder still.

He can bite me anywhere I don't care.

His hands are my weakness.

Cryptonite.

The way they hold mine above my head.

The way those strong hands make me small and obedient.

Willing to go anywhere.

Anywhere with him.

My handsome guilty pleasure.

I tell him to stay away.

Just far enough.

Otherwise I can't think.

I can't fucking think.

The bed all white.

Cloud white.

My heaven on earth.

It's unmade.

A reminder of what was just hours ago...

That sly smile.

Those green eyes inches from mine...

Reading my dirty mind.