Desire/ Desirée

An intense experience, a rainy night, a red room, giving in to, the feeling of desire …

It was as if he could see through her,

no matter how much she hid.

No matter the barriers that she placed in front her …

One look and she was stripped bare.

Down to her wet thighs and heaving breasts.

It wasn’t enough though. A look wasn’t enough.

She needed his touch, his skin on hers, the taste of his lips, the length of his fingers.

She wanted him to see her—–every part of her …

The ones she hid from the world, from herself.

She needed him to peel off her layers and unleash the wild, savage yearning within her that was desire.

She could almost feel how her body would yield to him …

How her nipples would stand for him and her pussy would answer to his very name.

It was intoxicating, what she felt and she wanted him to feel it too …

So she waited for him to be in the very spot that he stood

every night at his window and she made sure this time he’d see her.

He’d know just want he did to her.

Her lights were on, bright enough to see her body and dim enough to convey that this show was only for him …

And as she lay, writhing and arching on the bed,

she could see his face on the opposite side of the glass and the reaction was just what she had anticipated.

On her back, her legs apart, fingers parting her slick folds, s

he coaxed his own desire along with hers.

She wanted him to see her overflow, to watch the swell of her breasts,

the peaks of her nipples, the throbbing of her pussy …

and to know that it was all for him.

She could almost feel him inside her,

drilling out the lust and replacing it with satisfaction.

As her juices bubbled out of her and she screamed his name,

she knew he would never forget hers—- Desirée