But talk of lust and quickening breath.
Whisper it now into my ear,
How demands unmet will be the death
of you, your need like sharpened claws,
Your coiling greed scarce now held back.
And me, how with a quiet pause,
I tempt your beast to spring the trap.
I blink, and now the spell is broken.
I feel your breath upon my face.
Our hunger intertwined, awoken,
As o’er my lips you cast your gaze.
Your mouth descends to capture mine,
A bite – sends shivers to my core.
Your fingers, through my hair entwine,
Your kisses leave me wanting more.
No don’t talk to me of love, my sweet,
For I’ve other uses for that mouth.
I need it in my dripping heat,
I’ll guide you down and show just how
I want you in my slickened depths,
This searing fire I need to quell.
You know what pleasures to expect,
My flavour, one you know so well.
And at that first sweet taste of dew,
I feel you groan against my sex.
It resonates within, as you
extol erotic epithets.
I feel your fingers deep inside,
Your touch, the missing part of me.
My body starts that slow sweet slide,
One moment of infinity.
