I know what this does to you. Make no mistake. I did this on purpose.
I kissed your neck, I caressed your back, and I left my hand on your hip.
I know what that does to you. It is fully thought out in advance.
When I turned to get dressed, I know what a mess you were. I could hear the sigh as you thought I was walking away. Oblivious to your desires. I wasn’t oblivious. It was calculated.
I know what my wink did as I backed out of the driveway, I know what the kiss I blew you caused.
I know when I sent you that text at lunch, the one that said “work sucks, I wish I could still be kissing your neck” that you started to touch yourself again. I know you melted.
And when I left work a half hour early, because there was no fucking way I was going to get any work done anyways, it was to spend that extra time with you.
I know, I counted on it, that the second I walked through that door you wouldn’t be able to hold back a moment longer.
The kiss on your neck, the caress on your back, my hand on your hip, the wink, the blown kiss.. Oh yes, I knew that when it all ran through your head for the entire day.. I knew, we’d end up a tangled mess of flesh.
Trust me. I know.