Craving
Craving your kiss.
The taste of your lust.
The passion of your touch,
And the blush on your face.
The sweat of your skin.
The spread of your thigh.
The juice of your fruit,
The desire in your eye.
The breaths of your moan.
The whispers of your cries.
The wail of your shrieks,
And your ultimate prize.
The pulsing, the tightness,
The frenetic pace.
The bucking and grinding,
When your heart starts to race.
The clamping down and shaking,
The shivering glee.
The low groan and growl
As you cum on top of me.
The flipping and dipping,
The bend of your spine.
The pulling of your hair.
Implying you’re mine.
The thrusts, so savage,
Such a moment divine.
Whispering deviant secrets
Further blowing your mind.
The bowing, the owning,
The panting,
The sucking
The dripping of droplets
The drinking of nectar
The stroking and holding..
I’m craving…
Aren’t you?