I am building this mystery inside my head, between my hands and your body. I want you to read my words so full of desire, in need of intoxicating, of control forfeited, my lips on your shoulders, hands on your waist. Lifting you up against a wall, pressing you to my will. To be torn to pieces, taken apart, I wish you could read my mind, that smouldering stare, that feeling of breathless, that need, that want, to see the lust in my eyes, tremor in my hands, the desire to touch. Breath, little catches while my kneads the flesh of your thighs, burrowed deep under your skin, penetrating my tongue so deep to feel soul vibrate, I want the warmth of your lips to sleep on mine. I write so many words my page is full, my pen is dry, paper plane and folded flown out my window to land at your door.