Strip.
Sight. I’m looking at you up and down like this type of artwork you have to stare at for a while to make sense of it. Like the greatest masterpiece I’ve ever laid my eyes on -and believe me I’ve seen a lot of things. Like a blind seeing for the first time. I can’t stop staring; my biggest weakness as a human being: to be unable to look away from something I’m so attracted to. I wanna explore every inch you. I want to inspect you raw enough so I can smell the natural scent of your body. Smell. I love your perfume, it suits you just fine. I don’t care if it’s expensive or not, your skin’s pH makes it the most luxurious scent my nose has ever experienced. I want it all over me, not your perfume, just the way you smell with nothing covering your body. I wanna smell like you, I want to be close enough so all of me touches all of you, every part. Touch. I need to touch you in every way. The respectful and gentle one. I want to touch you roughly like I own you, even if I don’t, even if I ...