Something I want to be doing right now.
I want the slide of skin on skin, a body above mine.
I want the feel of rough hands grasping me bruisingly tight.
I want to be held down with powerful force, positioned for the pounding of my life.
I want constant friction, the meeting of pelvic bones.
I want the constant slap of skin on skin. It’s a craving, an itch unscratched.
I want domination of my heart, body, and mind.