More
The unfeigned truth is that I want more
More of it all
More of the sounds you make when I'm inside you
More moments when your face crumbles with
the thrill of my invasion
the surprise of it feeling so fucking righteous
the sweet twisted sensation of your exposure
I want more of it
More rash requests
More naked yearning for what swings between my legs
More begging for me to kindly
fill you up
revise your reality
sate your hunger
I just want more
More of it all
Now.