What I’d Do to You if We Had the Flat to Ourselves Tonight

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

If it were just us tonight, I wouldn’t tell you my plan. I’d just guide you.
You’d walk in, drop your bag, and before you could ask me how my day was, I’d pull you close.
Your back against the wall. My hand on your hip. My mouth on yours — slow, heavy, like I’ve been waiting all week.
I’d take you to the bedroom. Sit on the edge of the bed. Slide my hand under your top, up your stomach, over your chest.
You’d already be warm for me.
I’d whisper in your ear exactly how I’m going to have you — no rush, no noise, just my voice and your breathing getting quicker.