I don’t want the kink right now.

I don’t want the spankings. I don’t want the bondage. Right now, tonight, I just want you. I want your light. I want your energy. I want your soul.

I want it to wrap around mine in an embrace only we know and can create. Our very own fingerprint between the sheets, skin caressing, grazing against the other as our arms entwine around each other. Our kisses urgent, passionate flame ablaze, warming along our skin in the golden glow of beside table lamp illuminating your toned physique.

I miss your touch. I miss your hands on my hips, pulling me against you. I miss the pleasure between our thighs, your breath sending shivers down my neck as its warmth rolls down my chest. Taking my soft breasts in your hands, squeezing them and taking my sensitive nipples your mouth, my hips rocking, my clit brushing against you.

I miss the strength of your arms around me. I miss the deep, knee trembling kisses that tell me you want me, that you need me, you crave me and need more. I need your thrusts, the strong yet gentle lovemaking that shows our love where words can’t tread, where words fail and only the physical remains, painting its love on our naked bodies.

I don’t need the trimmings. I don’t need the rose petals and chocolates. 

I just want, I just need, you.

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