Moochienanu
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When I think of His hands
Sometimes I swear my body calls for Him—
a low, slow ache that hums beneath my skin,
restless, needy, half-mad with wanting.
I know how His touch begins like a question,
how the answer unfolds in a shiver,
how everything inside me tilts toward yes.
The thought of Him unravels me—
the weight of His gaze,
the promise in His breath against my throat,
the way He lingers where heat gathers.
I need Him near enough to steal my composure,
to trace that thin line between restraint and ruin,
to make me forget every good intention
until all that’s left is the sound of my pulse
and His name caught between my teeth.
Sometimes I think He knows—
how my body betrays me,
how even silence tastes like invitation,
how every breath I take
is already reaching for His.
how I am His.
Sometimes I swear my body calls for Him—
a low, slow ache that hums beneath my skin,
restless, needy, half-mad with wanting.
I know how His touch begins like a question,
how the answer unfolds in a shiver,
how everything inside me tilts toward yes.
The thought of Him unravels me—
the weight of His gaze,
the promise in His breath against my throat,
the way He lingers where heat gathers.
I need Him near enough to steal my composure,
to trace that thin line between restraint and ruin,
to make me forget every good intention
until all that’s left is the sound of my pulse
and His name caught between my teeth.
Sometimes I think He knows—
how my body betrays me,
how even silence tastes like invitation,
how every breath I take
is already reaching for His.
how I am His.
