Covetousness
I enjoy the touch of your lips against my body. Sometimes touching myself in imagination of that. Getting so wet but I thought self control to myself Literally in pain as I get drenched and yet physically push you away. Wanting to be vulnerable with you Adventurous with you When you say you want to touch me, I smile shyly Speaking eludes me All I can think off is your touch Your tender kisses, rough hands Searching, waiting for approval You discern this and proceed more hungrily yet cautiously to share your pleasure with me.