Sweet Obsession

He enjoyed the aftermath
of the storm--almost as
much as the tempest
itself..

He laid still while she
lay prone full upon him
her head cushioned on
his chest.

This was how he liked to
make her, soft and submissive.

His hands absently stroked her
curves, his lips brushed the
top of her head.

He felt bemused, bewitched.
He warned himself not to
become too possessive.

Their time together was not
infinite. It was a means to
an end...And it would end he
reminded himself.

He felt his sex stir between
their bodies. His appetite for
her was seemingly insatiable.

Would he never have
enough of her..?

He kisses her slowly
possessively deeply
leaving her in
no doubt that;

she was the only
woman he wanted
now and ever...