I want you to feel that shiver down your spine when I look at you, my body already calling for your hands. I host at my place—warm, a little messy, smelling of wine and me, with pillows still holding the heat of last night.
My breasts ache for your grip, my ass teases as I lean for my glass, and my lips are ready to slide over you until you forget how to breathe.
Call me—I’m here, dress off, sitting and waiting for you to barge in and turn my world upside down.
