Please come over

I’d like to open the door and be surprised all over again to see your handsome face

I’d like you to be in my space 

To see you leaning against my door frame

Being kind to my dog

Please come over 

I’d like to ramble at you in my nervousness

And ask you inane things like how has work been today 

I’d like to think about offering you a drink

Though I’ve never done so before 

Please come over 

I’d like to grab your hand and pull you up the stairs 

I’d like to feel the height of you behind me

And think about how we don’t have long

I’d like to make use of the time we have 

Please come over 

I’d like to scramble out of my clothes and kiss you naked on my bed

I’d like you to run your lips and tongue up my neck and across my nipples

To feel your cold hands between my legs 

Please come over 

I’d like to fall apart at your touch

I’d like you to hear my pleasure 

Over and over again 

I’d like to hear that groaning noise

As you dip your fingers into me

Whispering in that reverential way ‘you’re so wet’

Please come over 

I’d like to pull at your clothing 

Until you stand and 

I’d like to watch you undress 

I’d like to touch myself as you’re doing so 

Almost breathless for what will happen next

Please come over 

I’d like to see your face over mine 

The way it goes a little bit slack as you give into pleasure

I’d like to see you lose control 

I’d like to hear it 

I’d like to be the reason you lose control

Please come over 

I’d like to press myself against you after 

I’d like to rest my head on your chest so I can hear your heartbeat 

With your hands gently stroking my skin

Please come over 

I’d like to hear your quiet voice 

Tell me things you don’t say in messages 

I’d like to feel close to you briefly 

And smell your aftershave on my bedsheets long after you’re gone