Signs
Did you see it? Did you notice?
The way my skin reacted to the mere hint of movement in the air.
Did you notice how my eyes began to glow, how my head tilted just so?
Did you notice what you did to me and how it can’t be fixed?
Did you see me? Really, did you? Does it matter?
How my nipple rose to the occasion of simply you being in the room, perhaps aching to be touched or just keen to say hello.
How the muscles in my entire body rippled with excitement at the thought of your touch, or perhaps just because they recognised your movements.
How the flesh between my legs flushed and ripened to be its best, most beautiful pleasure whether you touch or see or notice or not.
How all of me awoke, became just more and better of me, because of you, for you, because it needs to be, always
Yours.
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©words cat / be-pleasing-always
photography: Britalicus [please leave image credit intact]
