When you're not here, I do not exist. I don't want to move, I don't want to eat, I don't even want to breathe. I feel like a stone statue until the moment I hear your key fit inside the lock. A rush of energy and excitement fills me like I assume they fill a puppy when they hear their faithful owner has returned to love them and make them feel whole once again.
All I want to do is rush the door, tackle you to the ground and take everything you give that makes me feel like I'm actually alive. Sometimes there's a single look you can give me that makes me shiver inside and out. A hunger, I've learned, for flesh that only I can satisfy and you know I am all too happy to do so. I inwardly moan as you back me up and push me up against the wall, hands tight but gentle on my shoulders as they hold me in place. Your lips quickly find mine, claiming them as your property, though we both know that they, along with the rest of me, have been for a long time. Your grip tightens on my shoulders but it wasn't because you were trying to further your dominance upon me, but because just this simple act was enough to make my knees shake and buckle.
Already my body is begging for yours. I know you can tell, but the chase is half the fun. My kisses are becoming desperate for your attention, something that I know helps fuel the fire. Once you get your fill, you're pulling me from the wall, closer to you, keeping me steady as you lead me backwards to our shared bedroom. With a squeak, I am tossed onto the bed and, with glazed over eyes, I can only stare.
You may think nothing of it, but to me, you're like a god. Your hair, though I often complain, frames you, just long enough to pull when you move the way I like. You're blue gaze is all but icy, the fire melting my body, making it a drooling, quivering mess from the get go. A strong body, strong arms, strong grip - You pull me from my admiring thoughts and back into the present with your weight suddenly atop of me. It's a comfort.
My arms wrap around the back of your neck, our skin touches and again I am ablaze. It's almost too much but there's still so far to go. Once again, your lips are on mine and I easily submit to your hungry needs. Take it from me. It's you're. I'M yours.