It hurts

 

I want you.

in ways I have written a thousand times

and yet make me hard when I apply them to you.

.

I want you

in countless, endless fantasies,

stacked in towers of gorgeous film reels in the dark corners of my mind.

.

I want you

in visions of breathtaking pleasure and exquisite pain,

stripped and tied and teased and touched and tortured and adored.

.

I want you

so fucking much

it hurts.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Willi Kissmer

Not new – written two years ago – but sometimes relevant