Wanting

That feeling when you know they're coming over just to say hi; because you're "friends" now. Your body starts to hum, butterflies in your stomach. Heart starts to race. The familiar car pulls up and you stop yourself from running outside and up to them and wrapping your arms around them standing on your tip toes cause their so damn tall. You don't want to let them go, so warm, so safe. When you're so close and your body aches to reach out and touch them, consequences be damned. Every word you say has a double meaning in your head. Their familiar smell, is as intoxicating as the first time, more so in fact because you know you can't. Playing with fire, you always get burned, scarred. Their too close but too far away, and it's killing you. But the good kind of pain. They haven't touched you and your hot and oh so wet. Ready. Beyond ready. In your mind your straddling them on the couch and kissing them softly at first, tentatively, to see if they want it as bad as you, and then you delve deeper, kissing like they're water and your parched. You feel the heat rolling off them in waves, and you want to delve into it, like a pool on a warm summer's night. Wrap yourself in it. You check out that amazing ass praying you don't get caught drooling over it. Then they stand and stretch and you see that tight stomach, and sigh. Then they do the unexpected and touch you, and you crave more, need more, want more. They have to know the effect they're having on your core, that heat is pooling in places only they know. It's exhilarating and frustrating and sensual, that space between you is all that's keeping you in your seat, keeping them safe from your lecherous designs. As hard as this is; you revel in the restraint, knowing if you breach the trust of friends you'll never get to suffer this erotic hell again. When your time together ends, your panting with desire, your throbbing, your skins hot, face flush with desire. Wanting, needing, desire. God what sweet Hell is this?