The throes of desire in me,
quicken their paces when i see you.
The patters of passion increasing alarmingly.
The sweep of my eyes across your body, bring short gasps of unbridled lust to my lips.
Lips that crave yours,
that long to envelope your tongue,
that long to suck your apprehension away,
that long to trail kisses down your body,
that long to milk your manhood of its essensce.
My hands grope your body greedily,
seeking the pleasure you're offering,
the sanctuary of debauchery your eyes offered,
when they roam my body.
They roam your body of their own accord; my hands,
exploring the overpowering male in their reach,
eager to please the tension hanging between our bodies,
eager to sate the hunger in our actions,
desperate to quench the thirst pf lust in our bodies;
our bodies collide in harmony, to the ancient rhythm of love making.
