If You Looked at Me While Touching Him

Because I want you wanting more.

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

If you looked at me while touching him, I wouldn’t look away.
I’d hold your gaze, steady and calm, letting you know exactly who you belonged to.
I’d watch your hand moving, your lips parting, your breathing change.
And I’d know every stroke you gave him was still for me.
Because you’d be waiting for my next word.

Because I want you wanting more.
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