If I was to push past my own inhibition, my true desire for you would be revealed. Forbidden thoughts pushed aside for more acceptable intentions, thoughts that are now welcomed. Then I would push for a change in how I am perceived by you, friend turned lover, turned more than. And together we would push past lower lips pouting and moist, now parted to receive me and mine. And with your permission I would push in poly-positions from agile angles for hour intervals, pausing only long enough to prolong the penetration of mind and body. Then with your blessing I would push you to heights of pleasure worthy of your womanhood while simultaneously pushed to heights of my own between your vice-like legs. Finally I would hold you against me tightly, but not to tight, hoping never to be pushed away.