Start with the top of my head. Your fingertips in my hair. Twist tiny circles. Tug and pull and tease my scalp. Work slowly. I want time to stretch to an impossible slowness before you’re at my ears.
Suck all the minutes from the room for me. A bell jar over us. Preserved. Don’t let me feel your lips until they’ve hovered near my cheek so long I’ve forgotten. I can’t be allowed to rush. I want my whole being stiff with desire. Forgetting when this started. Forgetting there was a start. Forgetting you or me. There is nothing but the feel of your fingers slipping from my rib cage back under my arm.
Leave my clothes on and feel me under the cotton, the buttons. Slip your hand under my belt just enough to feel me, soft underneath. Take off my shoes but leave my socks to buffer the feeling of one nail across the sole of a foot. Stop. Let me take it in for a long moment.
Pause. Take a deep breath. Let’s both do that. Now.
If you’re whispering, it’s so subtle and soft, I can’t tell. I’m experiencing sound as air. Too heightened to hear words. Find your way under my clothes. Rolling my socks like a snake charmer slowly down my calves.
Undo, unbutton, pull, lift. Pin me down. I want to feel the full stretch of your palms, fingers spread. This is about my body right now and I won’t pretend it’s not.
I know I need you on top of me. I can say it. I want to feel the rough edge of your worn out slip slide tight and quick over my clit when you shift your thighs wider around my hips to squeeze me. I want your hands in my hair, then pulling on my ears, soon slipping down my neck.
Feel my chest. Pinch and rub my nipples between your thumb and finger. The way you’re touching me reminds me of seeing you struggle with a dead lighter, rubbing your thumb harder and harder against the rough, metal wheel.
I need everything slow. There are no deadlines or even times of the day. Everything is lost and I never want to find it. Push my shoulders against the back of the couch and curl yourself over my thigh. I’ll pet your shoulders while you give me head. Both my hands are in your hair when I come. You rest inside my spread thighs.
Nothing changes. We’re still in motion. Keep going, baby. Stop everything around us, but don’t stop this.