I like big...
The way it feels inside of me
Just the very tip, because the slower it goes
the better it feels and right now all I want is a little.
I have to open wider just to receive your girth
and maybe I'm being too ambitious but the width
feels so damn good to me.
When I ask for more you ease back, your hands on my hips
and your lips on my lips as you gently stroke the tips
of my fingers and glide over my arms, caressing my shoulders
creating memories of forever with tender kisses all over.
I shiver at the sensation of all of this, with you barely
inside, how you've taken over my mind with thoughts of
you and I ten years from now and I can't wait
for tomorrow while still thinking of yesterday
and the way you played me endlessly until time
literally stopped. But you didn't, you wouldn't
and the way your tongue put in work almost hurt
me until I broke.
I couldn't say no and the torture continued
almost achingly unbearably pleasurable.
Now I feel you convulsing through me
like the waves of a catalytic force beyond nature.
I want big
because you're more than enough for me but I can't help
but want more
I'm open and waiting for you, waiting for you to fill me with
your energy, entirely owning me
The intensity of us is just enough to cause gravity to wilt
under the pressure of this...
But speaking of it doesn't merely give it life so I
bite my tongue and try to become the only thing you want.
Can you be bigger?
Can you be bigger?
I don't think you quite understand that it's more than just
physical size the way only your words have me hypnotized,
leave me feeling like I've had it all and felt everything
even, almost, maybe believe it's all I'll need.
But I want More.
I want Big.
I want you.