Hands To Myself

Skin on skin, you're a hypnotizing force that has me under full control. Your hands all over my body, equal to the feeling of pure ecstasy. Something about your body on mine is just purely fucking everything I could've ever wished for. Your plump lips run all over my body, gently assaulting and claiming what is yours. My hands run trails up and down your back, feeling every curve beneath your skin. My body is left sore by your touch, we're raw and rough when under the sheets. You're allowed to just let go and I'm allowed to just enjoy. The beauty marks on your skin demand attention and the tattoos on your lower waist demand my touch.

My small hands all over your body, driving you completely crazy and to an edge you've never seen before. My lips drag over your neck, over the sensitive areas, over you. Maybe if we can't keep our hands to our selves, than we can keep our touch on each other's bodies.

You're mine and I'm yours, my body on yours. Under the sheets on a warm, summer afternoon, I find myself not able-at all, to keep my hands to myself.