I like to be touched
For no reason,
Before we take off our clothes;
Before we are even alone.
A hand on my shoulder or arm,
A brush of your fingers against mine,
Reminds me that, first, we are friends.
I like to be kissed
Tenderly, then passionately.
Slowly by turns, and then hard.
My mouth, my cheeks, my eyes and ears.
I want your hands
On me:
Everywhere:
My face, and my arms,
Your fingers in my hair.
Play with my nipples,
My back, and my thighs.
Let your hair cascade
past your shoulders, falling
over me: silken caresses,
the smell of human and shampoo.
Kiss my wrists, my ribs,
My ears, my neck,
My fingers, and behind my knees.
Linger
on your favorite parts.
There is no part of my body
I do not want in your mouth.
I like to look at you
Beneath me, smiling;
To see you atop me
Taking your pleasure.
I like to be fingered
And fucked in the ass.
Penetrate me.
Claim me.
Leave your mark
for the world to see
or not.
I like to take turns,
On top and on bottom:
teasing and talking.
fucking and laughing.
I want you to tell me
what you need,
What feels good.
Teach me where
To touch you and how,
What not to do.
How many times can you cum?
There should be laughter
And love, whatever the flavor.
Pillow talk about verbs,
And the friends we both lust after.
And even if you can’t stay
until morning,
stay for a while, in the quiet,
so my oft-broken heart can believe,
though you’ve given no cause for doubt,
that you will still respect me
when you’ve gone.