Kiln

I think it would be a mistake to underestimate just how very much you turn me on.

Oh, sure, the obvious stuff… The way you look, the way you move… That smile that I've loved since forever. Those eyes that pierce straight through my heart and soul, right into the core of my libido. Your shape… My god. My star. Your shape has always brought me to my knees.

Babe, you get me so hungry, I wish I had seven tongues with which to taste you.

And don't ever think it stops there. Everything that comes from those sweet lips is kerosene poured straight onto the fire. Take a break from pressing them to my skin and I will hang onto your each and every word.

Every interest, each hobby, everything you like to do. Every corny joke, every time you make me groan (…with a pun…), a nitro boost to this long-overheated engine.

Love, I am so easy for you, you don't even want to know. Pass me in XP on Duolingo and instantly I'm prepared to pour the heat of my life straight into your eagerly awaiting crucible.

You have no idea.

And all the while my heart, my heart, my heart… an ever beating drum, desperately seeking to connect with you, hold onto you, bare my soul to you, share my life with you, be with you.

Babe, I just need to be with you.

Be with you. And do terrible, beautiful things to you.

Every day. Every night.

Leaving your soul quivering and your body with the sweetest of aches.

Yeah.

You turn me on, babe, you truly do.

Only question left is… do I do it for you?

Never thought I'd say this, but… I think I do.

I really think that I do.

(and that turns me on, too)

Yours.