It’s More

When I look at your face, it is more than just your cock I imagine being inside me.

It is more than just the feeling I get from thinking about you filling your holes. It is more than just the thought of your hands on me or grabbing at my throat.

It is more than just me wanting to see the marks you leave, feel the impressions you make on my skin.

It is about the feel of curling up into you.

It is about having you to anchor to after you have shown me what a bad man you could be. And I want you to be bad.

But I want you to be my friend. I want you to have secrets with me. I want our conversations to trigger deep thoughts and have you become my muse. I will share some of it, but not all of it.

Because nothing can feel like the inside jokes we share or the meanings we put behind words. The intentions we have toward one another.

Nothing is like having you want to share all of yourself as a friend more than just a lover.

These are the dreams I hold. This is the longing and the want I have.