If I Had You Standing in Front of Him

Because I want you wanting more.

Written for you, D. For the next time you read this alone.

If I had you standing in front of him, I’d be just behind you.
Close enough for my hand to be on your hip. Close enough to feel you breathing faster.
I’d tell you to put your hands behind your back. I’d hold them there while I told him to touch you.
Slowly, at first. His hands on your arms, then your sides, then your hips.
You’d feel me behind you and him in front of you, both of us watching you decide whether to close your eyes or look straight at me.
I’d tell you to look at me — and let him keep going.

Because I want you wanting more.
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