Soulful Noises

I Crave The Daylights Out Of Him

Intoxicated, I am ready to rid myself of my pride. I crave the daylights out of him, but he cannot tell because all he witnesses is how breathless my eyes look. Staring into his eyes sends eroticized shivers down my spine, yet creating a void no man could satisfy. Is this how it feels? Being taken advantage of?

Rumour has it his touch makes you long for him at measures unfathomably beyond your control, but to my adverse luck, I regardlessly have room for weakness. Is this what I signed up for? Just sitting still and looking pretty while he heavily breathes down my neck, arousing emotions I had never before experienced? Is that what they call seduction? Slipping his hand between my thighs and caressing me until I crave even the darkness in him?

As his lips progressively press onto mine, my anticipation having been me permitting him to have me, I pull away from his mawkishly passionate grip. He can see, through my eyes, that I have my dignity chained to the very core of my being. It had attempted an escape, but now it has accepted its fate.