JamesWW_Audition_Words That Burn

The speaker describes a passionate encounter with someone who takes control without asking, knowing their desires. The intimacy is intense, filled with longing and desire, not gentle but deep and fulfilling. The person's touch is described as confident and possessive, leading to a powerful and fulfilling experience. You don't touch me at first. You look like you are reading the shape of my need before you write your name in it. You speak with silence. The kind of silence makes my skin rise, my breath shallow, my thoughts drip from between my legs. When you finally do, you don't ask, you take. Not cruel, confident, like you've been here before, but every time feels new because you know just how far I'll let you go and how much deeper I want it. Your first kiss isn't gentle, it lands like a promise, like a warning, like a hand pressed flat between my thighs. Before you even touch me there, you move slow, long strokes down my spine, your breath chasing heat over every nerve you already own. And when you slide your cock inside me, you fill me with more than your body. You feel me with the ache I didn't know I'd been missing. It's not fast. It's not sweet. It's not gentle. It's the kind of love that pins you to the mattress with nothing but gravity and want. You hold my contact. You hold my wrists. You hold me still until I break for you. Long, hard, and deep. Just like this poem. And just like you promised. Just like I needed.