If You Sat on His Lap

Because I want you wanting more.

If you sat on his lap because I told you to, I’d stand close.

My hand on your shoulder, my eyes on his hands.
I’d tell you to lean back against him. To feel what you’ve done to him.
I’d watch the way you’d shift, adjusting yourself without even meaning to.
I’d keep talking to you, calm and slow, until you were breathing heavier.
Then I’d lean down and say, “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Because I want you wanting more.
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