Flirting to please…

I think you like it when I touch you in your head. I believe the awkwardness terms me we should make our way to the bed. We should fuck unless you’re like me. I enjoy the mutual thoughts that never fade into lost dreams. You enjoy being twisted and I like the way you lick your lips. I wanna fuck you like a dirty lil bitch. But like your enticement mine plays silently behind my eyes. You know how to bring it to life. You’re wanting to feel me deep. But from over there this will last as you're just outta reach. Just rough enough not to caress your heart. I know you don’t mean me no harm. It’s a kinky kinda charisma we hide in plain sight. It’s something we fight so we don’t havta let go of the thrill it creates inside. Flirtatious lips nibbled to keep from speaking it out loud. We’re a masterpiece vibing with determination that pounds. I wanna feel your pulse but I’m not willing to come undone. I like the sensation of not having you tempting me to jump. As I hear the same pleasure in a chuckle when desires wanna whisper a shh of a hint. It’s so distasteful it turns us on as the tongue gets bent. It’s our lil secret. Our piece of insanity that lingers on a wander to taste it. Close enough to have an orgasm from across the room. You’re a mental woo. I’m a silent fixation of your imagination running wild. You’re my sacred fantasy of sexual acts compiled. We don’t want any other to have us but we don’t want us for ourselves. It’ll last longer if we are never physically touch to the feeling of being felt. Like a drawn out foreplay giving more satisfaction to daydreams. Exciting we are a disturbing pretty lil please. A limitless willingness tease to cross boundaries on our knees. And knowing this, it’s the ultimate submission that wants to live. To be this way, we’ll always have so much more to give. Devouring thoughts staring at sighs from the climax building up to be freed. Tease me. You're my type of freak. We’re the solitude we need. From over there you define my nasty side sitting oh so cute. From over here, tarring off your clothes I wanna rip you loose. We know it and luv the distance between us. As you spread your legs and I lean back for you to see my erection caused by the lack there of your touch. Smile for me. We can only attempt to control the way we breathe. But that’s the confines of us trying to see as far we’ll go. Who’ll be the first to cum if the skin holds in the hormones? Which of us will beg for more? In our game of testing the inner whore. You wear me well. And the aroma in the air is a sweet scene I can smell. I couldn't hide you if I tried. Just keep doing that thing I like. I'll keep it intense and stay within your line of sight. sighing with an oh my...