Every day I think about you
Cliche? Maybe. But it is what it is.
You're on my mind when I wake up at night.
I'm sweaty, breathless, and my heart wants to escape through my chest.
I toss and turn as the itch gets worse. Thinking about you.
Your muscles, all visible through your shirt that's been soaked by rain.
I want to remove it. Feel your abs, your chest, move my hands and explore parts that wouldn't be allowed in public.
Feel your excitement.
Your desire.
I tease you.
Drive you to the point where you're on your knees, panting like a dog in heat, your tongue hanging out of your mouth, dripping.
I give you what you want.
What I want.

Everything feels amazing.
My pulse goes back to normal.
The blood retreats.
I once again drift off to sleep.

I love you.

(Hope this isn't ''too much''. )