i need to tease you mercilessly; until your balls ache and you have to adjust yourself in a very public venue. i want you so aroused by the very idea of me that every time you get an erection, you instantly think about my mouth, my face, my breasts.
i am engorged, juicy and ripe, dripping with the evidence of my own excitement. i shall dip my fingers and gloss my lips so that when you kiss me, you taste and smell the muskiness of who i am, so that all you can do is imagine the last time you delved between my thighs and desperately want to be there again.
i want to tease you to the point of angry lust. i want to laugh at your glares, smile at your quickened breath and clenched jaw. i want the toss of my hair to hurt your hands with the need to not reach out and pull it back and guide my face to yours. i want you to want me with a feral need that torments every waking moment.
i need you to want me until i become as much of an obsession to you as you are to me; until lust and love blend together and you can not remember how you can live without me by your side as a sexual mate, for the ease of access we both need to satiate our ravenous appetite for each other.