I want to put hickeys on the inside of your thighs and scratch marks down your back and handprints on your arse. I want to hear you getting closer and closer to the edge and to know what you look like when you come. I want to be sweaty with you and messy with you. I want to feel you and see you and smell you and touch you and taste you. I would quite happily worship you. I want to be so close to you that it’s impossible to tell where one body ends and the next begins.