he is lust.
he is sex in the back seat of a car.
he is hickies on the beach.
he is groping in a movie theater.
he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle.
he is dirty whispers on the phone.
he is pressed thighs and lip biting.
he is moaned names.
he is trembling and goosebumps.
he is breathlessness after a touch.
he is frustration and dark eyes.
he is insanity and clawing nails.
he is the pleas of more.
he is the begs of not stopping.
he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead.
he is sex.
he is lust.
he is a drug.
one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.