My yearning for her
never ceases, never yields,
and never waivers.
An unending ache,
for her indulgent presence,
and sensuality.
Her lips, so supple.
Invitingly pursed for me.
My heartbeat quickens.
Her figure on which,
my fingers crave to languish,
on her divine curves.
I feel her need build.
That need dripping from her lips,
its sweetness taunts me.
My patience waivers,
an ebb but not a flow of
infectious fervor.
A stirring firmness,
my own realized desires
racing within me.
Unleashed it brushes,
over supple, burning skin.
A moan escapes.
My cock drools across
her mons cooling as it goes,
but fueling her too.
On the precipice
it pulses expectantly
feeding her moxie.
“Tell me exactly
what you crave all week about
this very moment.”
Her sigh and wry smile
laced with her fiercest desire
gives her all away.
Her hips tilt upwards,
not giving her quite enough.
She answers, “Just you.”
Softly smiling now,
I cannot imagine how
bound to her I am.
