I want you.
I want you Sebastian.
I want you.
I want you to know how my inner goddess
is dancing for you.
I want you to know how I am
calling you.
I want you
to dream what I dream.
I want you
to know what I need.
I want you
to touch my desires.
I want you.
I want your lips on mine.
I want your voice on my skin.
I want your hair on my chest.
I want you.
I want you to make me feel naked.
I want you
to look at my dresses.
I want you
to take them all off of me.
I want you
to be my favourite flavor.
I want you.
I miss your tongue.
I want it
exploring what is yours.
I want you.
I want you to push me with your hips
against the wall.
I want you.
I want you to take my hips
against yours.
I want you.
I want you to claim me.
I want you.
I want your beard,
I want you to make me feel your beard
between my legs.
I want you to make me say
“I still want more”
I want you.
I want to please you.
I want you to imagine me dancing,
on top of you.
I want you.
I want to imagine me moaning.
I want you
to say you want me.
I want you
to take me.
I want you to take me
when I want you.
I want you to to know
when I want.
I want you.
I want you.
I want you
to make me call out your name,
again.
I want you.
You make me needy.
I want you.
I want you to feel my belly as home.
I want to have our babies safe
at home.
I want you
to make me feel safe.
I want you
to make me feel yours.
I want you
to hold me in your arms soon.
I want you.
I feel you.
I love you.
I need to feel you more.
I want you.
I am going to be all yours.
Nataly
June 6th of 2020
…
My first Fifty-Shades poem
Estar “como agua para chocolate”
.
Sebastian, you inspired me.
And I know, there’s going to be more.
