#gorgeous.txt

[your-gorgeousness]

Sure, maybe I can’t stop thinking about the way you murmur my name or the way your hand grazes my body…but what astounds me every day is remembering how your face lights up because you’re happy to see me.

[your-gorgeousness]

I want to know what my name sounds like, growled in need, gasped in pleasure, cried out at the moment of release

[your-gorgeousness]

Sometimes I can feel your hands insistent on my waist, your body pressed close behind me, and your breath on my neck as you murmur desire in my ear

[your-gorgeousness]

You never just touch. You caress, you stroke…like you’re trying to memorize how I feel under your hands

[your-gorgeousness]

The way you run your eyes all over my body like you wish you could do with your hands

[your-gorgeousness]

The first time we touched, my hand tentative on your waist, and yours on mine, pulling me in like I belonged against you

[your-gorgeousness]

Leaning closer, closer…until our parted lips graze and we’re sharing breaths that grow more and more ragged with anticipation

[your-gorgeousness]

It’s your lips I dream of, always— and your hands, exploring the deepest untouched places