Day 8

Oh boy you know how your smile kills my rationale and slaughters my logic and you know how your eyes burn through all sensibility.  Button down your shirt, roll up your sleeves and put on a black silk tie.  And then grin at me, with that wicked gleam in your eyes as you stroll towards me across the distance between us and  watch me melting as my knees go weak and I can't manage a single word because I don't know how to tell you how crazy good you affect me. Know that you look incredibly sexy and use my flustered pulse to your advantage.

Hold me in your beautiful muscular arms and force out how badly you want me in a husky sandpaper rough whisper between heavy breathing and watch my skin ripple from the way that makes me feel.  Mean it when you say it and let me see it in your eyes, taste it in your kiss, and feel it in the pressure of your fingers.  Tell me everything I do to you and ramp up my temperature until I can't fight the fire roaring through my veins for one second longer.

Rough me up and pull my hair and yank me to you and crush my lips and claim my skin and make me beg until we're both satisfied.  You don't have to say a single word if you communicate it all through the way your hands roam my body and the way your lips brush my skin and the way your kisses steal my sanity.  Shape me like a sculptor into pleading arches and helpless writhing and stroke the fire until I'm a raging inferno and let your heat envelop me and just don't stop.