When you climbed into bed last night…

Did your mind betray you and drift straight to me?
 Did you close your eyes and see me - arched over the edge of your bed, my body trembling, arms stretched forward, fingers clutching your sheets as you filled me?

That low, guttural sound you make when you lose control... I still hear it echoing inside me.

Did you picture how I gasped - half pain, half need - as your hips slammed against me, each thrust a reminder that I am yours when you decide I am?


Did you remember the moment you came undone... body collapsing over mine, skin slick, heart hammering, breath catching against my ear as you whispered my name?

I hope you did.
I hope when sleep finally pulled you under, your last thought was of me… bare, aching, still tasting you.
I hope the scent of me lingers on your skin, in your sheets, in your mouth.
I want it to haunt you...
Every time you close your eyes, I want you to feel me pressed against you again.

Does your pillow still smell like my hair?
Do your fingers twitch when you remember where they’ve been - inside me, against me, wrapped around my throat as I begged for more?

I hope there’s still a trace of me tangled in your bed...a strand of hair, a smudge of lipstick, a ghost of everything I made you feel.
Something that keeps you restless.
Something that reminds you I’m the ache you can’t shake.

I’m glad you kissed me there - hard, hungry, like you’d been starving for me.
I’m glad you told me to come somewhere private... where you could take what you wanted.


I needed that.


I needed you to need me.


To take me like you still cared.


To remind me what it feels like to be completely undone by you.

Because the truth is...
Every part of me still remembers.
Every part of me still belongs to you.
 And I’d let you ruin me again - just to feel you breathe my name one more time.