That determined look he gets
When he knows what he wants.
When he takes what he wants.
Our glances meet and he squints.
He leans in and kisses me,
Hand on my neck.
Simple breaths on mouths
With perfect measure.
Desire keen with pouts.
Embracing pleasure.
When he takes what he wants.
His rhythm excites
Smooth chills and
Heartbeats - soft
Touches and
Tingled feet.
Sweet parting -
A sticky kissing mess.
My warm lips
left wanting.
Speechless.
When he waits for what he wants.
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