Wake me up and take what’s yours:
I lay at his side watching waiting, he stirs but does not wake. I whisper in his ear “I want you, I want you now!”. My lips move down his abdomen, biting along his hip. He raises his head and watches me as my mouth moves along his body, licking, nibbling at the inside of his thighs, instantly I feel his cock hardening. “I want you to take me” he groaned as my lips brushed against the head gripping it firmly, sucking, teasing. I take him deep inside my mouth and could feel the vibration pulsing through his body. I watched as his eyes drifted close, the look on his face as his world centered around the way I make him feel.
I want a man to claim me.
I want for him to show up gently with a stubborn open heart and say, “Yes, I take all of you. Where do I sign up?” I don’t want to waste time on men who are afraid of how direct I am.
I don’t want to waste time on men who are wanting a relationship that isn’t really a relationship.
I don’t want to waste time asking a man to show up.
I don’t want to waste men who are afraid of me loving them with all my might–I do, love, with might.
I don’t want to waste time on men who need to be chased or convinced or need “time”.
And yes, I complete me, and yes I am happy alone.
I want a man that rests his eyes on me and knows after the first time we make love that he may never look over his shoulder again.
I want to be romantically, and boldly and sweetly claimed by arms that are worthy of holding this juicy heart. ॐ