© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre I dream of Youbeing insidewhere it issafeandwarm, where You have all of Me in your palm, where I can whisper Your name to my hearts content and be Yours, fully. Baby… I need to breathe your air, need the scent of You, need the feel of You wrapped around me baby, I dream of You.
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre Promising breeze billowing these curtains as we lie in Our bed Your lazy Sunday morning kisses dress me in desire. Listening to the stillness of the world outside, I welcome the feelof your lips on my hot skin relishing how your mouth latches onto my breast sigh… how divine, to feel your thigh between my legs – leaning in pushing me to that place with no words, only moans to let
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre I need you to understand this desire… this hardened nipples pressed into your chest desire this opening my legs before I know what I’m doing? and needing your hand between desire that pause this kiss and moan into your mouth desire this slowly hissed “…unh…ohh… ffffuuuuucccckkkk!” as your Butch tongue takes me desire that ” I’ve been hard and wet for you all day” text desire I need for you, to understand this desire
Being Butch does not erase your femininity. I don’t desire you because you ‘look’ or ‘act’ like a man. I want you because only you can wear those masculine clothes like you do. I want you because I know that beneath those masculine clothes, are the soft curves and dips that I love… on a women. You are not less to me or lose your Butch Card because you talk about how you would like me to pleasure you or