don’t you want

don’t you want to know how it feels inside me?
don’t you want handfuls of my skin?    
to feel my thighs spread beneath you?      
to hear my soft whimper as you press into the tight dark center of me?      
don’t you want to feel my fingers caress weakly down your spine?      
coaxing the teeth from your desire?      
my eyes closed, neck stretched, throat bare?      
don’t you want to taste my obsession?      
my surrender? my worship?      
to hear your name on my lips again and again?
don’t you want my lust? my love? my devotion?
  
don’t you want me?    
every part of me?      
as I want you?