My Wicked List

Tonight,
I’ve made a list—
every sweet wickedness
I’ll gift to you
in the slow unfolding
of darkened rooms,
and whispered secrets.

I will trace your desires
with deliberate fingers,
drawing invisible maps
across trembling skin,
exploring every boundary
until you forget
there ever were any.

I will kiss you recklessly
in places that blush
beneath my breath,
my tongue confessing
what words dare not say,
each touch lingering
just long enough
to leave you aching
for more.

I’ll whisper scandalous promises
against your neck,
slowly pressing heat
into every syllable
until your heart races
to match mine.

Your body
will be my sweetest manuscript,
every line begging
for the next chapter—
slow and gentle
or rough and relentless,
each page turned
with deliberate care.

Every wicked thought
I’ve ever had
will find you tonight,
unfolding slowly,
beautifully,
as I fulfill
each sinful promise
on my list,
until there’s nothing left
but your breathless surrender
and my deepest satisfaction.