Monday Morning Thoughts

It's like I can't look at him for more than five seconds. Not because of the sodium flare from the torch, but because I just need him to take me right here on the table I know that it's covered in tiny shards of glass, but that just means that I want him to be careful. I want him to gently caress me as he bends me over the table, softly biting my neck as he slowly slides inside of me. I know I'll moan and coo and writhe beneath him as his careful thrusts bring both of us closer. I want to create something beautiful with that man; not a child, but the most genuine and passionate kind of love. And goddamn, I've never wanted just that so bad.