<p>I don’t want a love that builds over time.</p><p>I don’t want a slow burn. I want the sudden.</p><p>The kind of love that hits like lightning... instant, electric, and impossible to ignore.</p><p>I want someone who looks at me once and knows they’re done looking, completely obsessed, and utterly ruined by the thought of me...</p><p><br/></p><p>Not someone who needs a curated version of me.</p><p>Not someone who falls in love after scrolling through my feed or reading a witty comment.</p><p>Not someone nudged in my direction by a mutual friend.</p><p>No. Not that kind...</p><p>I want someone who loves me before I even open my mouth. Before I do a single thing to deserve it. Before I even know they exist.</p><p>Someone who looks at me and just knows... that... that’s mine!</p><p><br/></p><p>I want someone so obsessed with me, they lose sleep thinking about how I taste.</p><p>Someone who calls mein the middle of a meeting just to whisper, “I can’t stop picturing you wrapped around me.”</p><p>Someone who stares at my photos like they’re sacred porn — not just because I’m sexy, but because I’m theirs.</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone who spoils me not to buy my love, but because they can’t stand the thought of me not having everything I desire.</p><p>Who sends me money just because I looked too good to leave the house without dripping in gold.</p><p>Someone who says, “You looked so pretty today, baby. Check your account.”</p><p><br/></p><p>That kind of love makes me a sinner.</p><p><br/></p><p>I want to fall so hard, so deep, that I practically worship their body like it’s a holy site...</p><p>I want to give head like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.</p><p>The slow, sloppy, filthy kind.</p><p>The kind where I’m on my knees, eyes locked, drool spilling out the corners of my mouth as I suck every inch like my life depends on it.</p><p>The kind where I spit on the tip and let it trail down the shaft, then catch it at the bottom, then go even deeper.</p><p>Where I pull off just to say, “You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted.”</p><p><br/></p><p>I want them to know they own me when I moan with their hands gripping my hips.</p><p>When they bend me over, and I arch for them... open, dripping, eager.</p><p>I want the kind that has me taking yoga, not for peace, but so I can twist into positions that let them ruin me properly.</p><p><br/></p><p>I want to become their personal fantasy... but better. Real. Raw. Right there in their bed, in their car, in the back of a dark club bathroom with my dress hitched up and my dignity left behind.</p><p><br/></p><p>I want to look back at them with a smirk and say, “You’re the only one I’ll ever get like this for.”</p><p>Because it’s true. No one else would deserve it.</p><p><br/></p><p>I want a love that takes over me. That makes me forget who I was before them.</p><p>Someone I’d cook for, cry for, ride like a slayer for.</p><p>Someone who breaks me apart and puts me back together with their tongue.</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone I don’t just want to fuck — I want to serve.</p><p><br/></p><p>And when we’re done? I want to be a mess in their lap, makeup smeared, legs shaking, saying “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”</p><p><br/></p><p>That’s the kind of person I want to marry.</p><p>Not the safe kind. Not the sweet kind.</p><p>The kind that gets my toes curled.</p><p>The one who sees me...</p><p>all of me...</p><p>and wants more...</p>
The kind I'd get married to...
By
Grace Kiconco