What I most desire...

What I most desire is the tenderness of his lips. Everything was given to me except those that were kept for someone else. I had his hands, making me tingle wherever they passed, I had his cock, making my eyes roll with pleasure. I had his attention, searching for weak points with which to make him beg. I had his desire, in the delicious way in which, when doing anal, he made me suffer, asking in my ear if it hurt, waiting for my moaning yes. So sweet was the pain. But those lips, he never gave them to me, keepers of his heart, they were not meant for me. So only in my fantasies do they truly belong to me, passing through my body, memorizing it, loving it, wanting it. If only they could be mine...