I want to have sex. I want to push you against the wall and take your clothes off. I want to cover every inch of your skin with my lips. I want to feel you everywhere. I want to bring you into my room and throw you on my bed. I want to pin your hands above your head, and kiss from your lips, to your neck, all the way down to your waist, and all over your hips. When I can finally taste you on my tongue, I want to hear that little gasp of pleasure where you almost forget how to breathe for a second. I want you to pull my hair and grind against my tongue when you want me to go harder and faster. I want to look up at you and have those few seconds of eye contact before you roll your eyes back and grab the sheets. I want to hear you moan. I want there to be those few seconds of silent buildup from you, before you gasp for air but moan at the same time from so much pleasure. I want your legs to be shaking when I’m done. Then I want to kiss you. Hard. I want to feel your skin on mine. I want you. I want all of you, all night long.