...no, please don't stop at that. I can't wait to feel your fingers sneaking under that waistband, gently levering the elastic out of those creases, caressing the deep marks they leave behind. Kissing them better. My heart noticeably picks up speed as I sense your hands getting closer to my centre, waiting, waiting for the sensation of relief as the cloth peels away from that warmest of places, your face moving in closer. Cool air, breath warm, making me vibrate, turning myself in your direction, subtly offering myself, not so subtly... embarrassed, but dying.
