Again

Let me learn you slowly, find every secret place that makes you gasp, every nerve that sings beneath my touch, until your body becomes a language only I can speak fluently.

I want to know the exact pressure of fingertips that makes your eyes close, the rhythm that turns your breath ragged, the words whispered against your skin that make you arch into me like you're drowning and I'm air.

There's an art to this, to watching you come undone, to building pleasure like a crescendo, until you're trembling and open and utterly mine.

I'll take my time, trace every curve and hollow, learn what makes you moan, what makes you beg, what breaks you apart so beautifully you forget there was ever a before.

Your pleasure is my religion, and I'm devoted, hands and mouth and breath conspiring to unravel you, to find that edge where you lose yourself and surrender to the heat.

Let me taste your wanting, feel it pulse against my lips, guide you higher and higher until you shatter, crying out my name.

And when you're spent and trembling, skin flushed and electric, I'll gather you close and whisper: Again.