I grab his hips to pull his soul into mine. I want him inside of my body so he can feel me come to life on his lap. If he’ll just lift my heart up, and slam my soul down, I’ll let him feel the power of a woman on a fire.
If he’ll take the time to prepare my limbs, move to create friction, graze my skin, and blow gently, carefully, and cautiously; remembering to smolder not smother, then he can know my heat, and he will feel it feed, nurture, nourish and satisfy his hunger. If he uses his strength to build the embers of my soul, then he will know the fierce in my fire.
He wants to see me flourish, he wants to notice the hues in my hair as I sway and whip, he wants to hear the sounds of my soul cracking open, he wants to be the one to contain what is unleashed; secure in my surroundings, I burn brighter, slower, longer……..