Make me come alive

This moment isn't real enough for me unless he's awakened all of my senses. I needed him to look at me-look in me, taste me, bite me, nibble, lick, suck-all of it. I needed him to grab and grip and grasp; breathe his warmth into me, inhale my essence and let me know his breath. I wanted to hear him huff and moan, whisper and scream; pull me down, lift me up, own my body with his hands as they would graze and grace my body with such a gentle and firm touch. I needed him to be deep inside my mind and my body. I needed him to be buried in my essence, in my being. I needed him to make me come alive with each rise and fall. Syncing our minds, our bodies, our breaths, our wants and our love. Only love in this moment. Every tingle, every sensation was awakened by love. I trembled, quivered, shook and yearned so deeply for this love to be created again and again. I've let him awaken my soul. He let me speak, scream and sore. He made me come alive with passion and desire by loving me and holding me. He made my soul and my body speak, he let me feel free enough to feel this, know this and crave this. He brought me to my knees where I wanted to stay, just so I could make him feel the power he had over me. I wanted to satisfy his sweet spot and make him know his worth. I wanted to pleasure and please and love and tease. He made me want to stimulate and sensualize every follicle and every cell. I wanted to be his and only his. I want to feel this alive every day, but my husbands calling so I must go back to my mundane duties and instead of coming alive I'll go die a little more inside. Because the world says I musn't, I won't, for now. He'll just have to be my own little sensual secret that I store in my soul, and I'll have to live out our love in my mind, again, for now.