I want to walk with you hand-in-hand, pet.
I want to walk with you, and find some secluded corner. I want to crowd you up against a wall, and reach up to curl my fingers around your neck. I want to gently grip your hair, and tug your head down to me, so I can take your earlobe between my lips.
I want to whisper to you exactly what I want to do to you later: how I can't wait to feel how wet you get for me, how you'll buck and arch and writhe, how I'll tie you down and make you watch and wait as I run my tongue over you, as I use you to get myself off, how you'll clench around my fingers as I make you come, too.
I want to watch you blush. I want to kiss along your jaw and feel it go slack. I want to feel you heated cheeks beneath my lips, and I want to watch you adoringly as I hug you tightly and help you put yourself back together.
I want to walk with you, pet, and take you somewhere I can make good on my promises.