He doesn't seem to know,
How much his body calls!
The drip is sweat at his tight temple,
To him a menace, to me a site!
My body shudders at his tone,
My eyes roll back at his tantalizing voice,
He doesnt seem to know,
My soul lusts for his.
I sit staring deeply into nothingness,
Not knowing what do with myself,
Lost in the thought of his on mine,
Breathing at equal paces, deeply at equal spaces.
Increased breathing, heavy, husky, manly!
His eyes, staring into me,
Searching for mine, to be one,
Lusting for more of his...
Kisses so soft, barely touching my lips,
Leaving me in need for more,
The perfect drug, craving makes me sore
In and out, sighs, heaven.
He doesn't know that I am a leech,
I want more until I am full,
Never satisfied yet always have enough,
Never giving up, lusting for the skin.
The firey touch only lovers would know,
One finger able to turn the world,
Passing it down from thigh to ankle,
Shivers as the mind is flooded with emotions.
He doesn't know that my body speaks,
Of things to be done, for the sweat of one,
For the breath of the other,
For the mixture of souls and the magical joining of two bodies by the means of...
Feeling right, never did wrong,
I wish he knew what he does,
Breath, blink, sigh, breath,
One may not see, but it is the thing I Lust.
