once i get what i need.. i need more of it.
i'm greedy.
oh yes, greedy.

the hands that touch me are generous.
generous
with delicate strokes down my back
and stinging slaps on my backside.

i would willingly do anything
they asked of me. anything.
they need only point me in their desired direction.

they are never angry and
never curse.

they are rough...
but tender in their enthusiasm.
i trust them to bruise me gently.
and softly caress my passionate wounds after.

they make promises. they keep promises.
never judging. only pleasing.
they are welcome to spend the day exploring... anywhere.
tease tickle touch. stroke slap sting.

the hands that touch me are generous. generous in their pleasing.