Your hands gripping
The glass in front of you.
Every word you say
Is seducing my senses,
And making love to my mind.
I have stopped hearing
What it is you are saying.
All I can do is savour the sounds.
My heart is beating faster
As I am biting my lip
While trying not to stare at yours.
Can you see the lust in my eyes?
Can you feel it?
Your hand traces down the glass,
I want it to be my soft skin
You are touching instead.
I shiver at the thought
Of your hands caressing me.
I am aching.
You stop talking,
Just watching me
With dark eyes.
I blush under your gaze.
A slow smile plays on your lips,
Your eyes locked with mine.
Can you see how much I want you?
You bring the glass to your mouth,
Letting the liquid
Satisfy your urge.
I need your lips on mine,
Devouring me,
Drinking of me instead.
I need to be the one quenching your thirst.
Drink deep…
This poem is for Lush only. If you see it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
