Teach Me

The thought of

your lips on my skin.

your taste on the tip of my tongue.

your hands on her.

The effect your stare has on me,

is nothing less than a pair of

{hand cuffs}.

You are

arousing .

A thought

I don't completely grasp

until I'm gripping my sheets

thinking about

you.

She asks me every morning,

how

can

a

man

be

this

sexy

and

still

know

his

way

around

me.

Brushing your hands against my thighs

during dinner,

knowing I cannot make a

peep.

When you look at me, I can hear her

screams of

desire.

lust.

want.

Scratch that. When you smile at me.

Your voice soothes my soul.

Hearing my name flow out of your mouth,

now that...

is the greatest vibrator.

Your hands are my favorite blanket,

Your kisses are my favorite lipstick,

You,

are my favorite person

to be romantic with.

You are the only person I'd ever want

to be romantic with.

But desire goes both ways.

I desire you to desire me.

I want you to want me.

I want to you,

please

the way you please me.

I want to hear your sounds

of

desire

when I slip my tongue through the crevice of your lips.

I

want

more.

The gates of heaven must open in the wake of hearing our sounds of joy and lust mixed with passion and love,

shit,

I

Love

You.

It is because of that love,

I want to know your body

as well as I know your heart.

as well as you know mine.

Fear

is a silent killer.

It visits me when the thought of asking you to

teach me

forces it's way into my brain.

I

want

you

to

show

me

how

to

please

you

because

it

pleases

me

too.

::pleysophobia (n) the fear of not being sexually pleasing enough for your partner.