I want to want.
I want to dream of him, ache for him, cry out for him.
I want to tremble with lust as he penetrates my mind.
I want him to press me against the wall, cupping my face in his hands as we kiss.
I want him to crush me with desire.
I want to gasp as his words enter me as hot and hard as his cock.
I want to feel his strength as he pins my arms to the bed, his cock slowly sliding inside me.
I want to struggle helplessly against him as he takes what he knows is always his.
I want to know, does he remember what used to be?
I want to be his dirty little secret again.
I want to be his fuck toy.
I want him to fuck my mind.
I want, oh how I want.