I prepare myself for You.
At night I warm fragrant oils and rub them into my skin until it glows warm and pink. I condition my body this way for Your hands, for the bite and force of Your teeth, Your tools. I massage this oil in deep, fueling the strength of my muscles to remain in position for You.
And the touching, oh the touching, slick and heated, warm and slow. The pleasure of thinking about You, the contrast of my soft and sweet and slow with Your hard and pain and quick. My dream and sigh with Your focus and growl.
I try to be patient and calm.
I try to wait for You, in my mind I can hear Your low warning, "No."
And all I can say is "Yes, yes, yes."