| I look up at you through my lashes and through the hair in my face. I see in your eyes what you are doing to me in your mind. My lips around the head of your cock, kneeling before you. Or perhaps my slick thighs against your sides, my hair in the way and the smirk on my face as I ride you. I can see all the positions you put me in, slammed against the wall with my cheek pressed against the cheaply painted wall. Bent over the stiff, unyeilding couch in your living room. Beneath you and above you and beside you. And this I can all see through your eyes. I turn my head and know that you are eating me with your gaze. Drinking my body in. I purse my lips and pout, knowing that it would feed the lust crawling over your body an settling down into your hard cock. I see you stroking my tits, stupidly possessive. I see you biting my skin, marking me and resisting the very human emotion of wanting to cause pain. You want to push me and shove me and take me to your bed and... fuck me. I being to speak to you and you absently respond, you're watching the spot on my neck that want so badly to press with your thumb and touch. I get up and I can feel you watch me move. Your eyes clinging to my ass and the back of my thighs. I know where you want your tongue and you avert your eyes when I turn back to call your name. I see the struggle that it is to not pin me down and fuck me senseless all in your eyes. But darling, it's all ok. Because in my mind, I do the same to you. The End. |
| Mind By: V |