You want to feel my breasts
and see them heave to your touch
as your fingers draw murals of passion over my naked body.
I pull at my hair, suck on my fingers, and pant out loud.
Resistance is futile. Better I surrender to you.
Undress me. Rip off my blouse or unbutton it slowly, I care not.
I want to be your canvas, want to be your muse, want to be in everything you do.