I always feel like I’m watching you with someone else.

Circling the bed, high and low, my eyes never leaving you.

The slow motion of your bodies twined and twisted in desire.

Bronzed flesh covered in sweat and oils.

But it’s your eyes that draw me.

The way they look up at him as you arch your body and moan.

Your hands pulling and demanding touch.

Your legs parting and wrapping around him in deepest plunge.

Soon to be met with equal quivers amidst rivers of warm pleasure.

Helplessly I circle you unable to close my eyes.

Waiting with the same heartbeat and arousal as you.

Feeling the same desire and urge to give in completely to whatever is being asked.

Wanting something so much you ache at the thought of it ending.

Watching you.

Wanting you.

Releasing you to seek your every desire.

Listening to the familiar gasp from your throat as you near journey’s end.

The clawing of nails as they dig deep into flesh.

The arching and grinding of hips seeking fullest penetration.

Until finally our eyes lock and you plead for my return.

And in that one stunning moment I rush into you.

It was me.

It was always me.