So bad

I think of you.

Your hair, face, eyes, mouth and nose.

Your shoulders, collar bones, throat and neck.

Your arms, wrists, hands and fingers.

Your breasts, belly, hips, and arse.

The holy mound of your sacred sex.

.

I think of you.

Your thighs, knees, shins and calves

Your ankles, your feet, your toes.

.

I think of you.

Your scent, your skin, your heat.

.

I think of you.

I think of the way your body

would feel

pressed naked

against mine.

.

I think of you

and I want you

so bad.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Art by William Oxer