I Miss Your Sexual Healing

I walk into the smokey room filled with desire,
Where the floor feels like ice, but the air like fire.
I take one look into your glistening eyes,
My juices start flowing in deep, deep disguise.

I stand there frozen like a lifeless flower..
In your lap I want to settle but proceed to the shower.
I search for relief as my body gets hotter,
But my desire for you overpowers the water.

I rest on the bed with my skin still damp,
I reach over to dim the hovering lamp.
Out of no where your lips lock right into mine,
This is the beginning of the end of time...

You stroke me in circles that drive me insane,
In the deepest of crevices with welcoming pain.
I let out a scream which you halt with your lips
With your arms wrapped tightly around my legs and my hips.

You turn me around and stroke from behind,
I feel every move, every inch every grind.
We explore the room fucking hard all night..
At the dawn light hours, still no end in sight.



This is what I miss...
I miss the feeling of your sexual healing.
After a long hard day, to you I gave myself away.
You took me into a world of seduction..
Where nothing between us could be an obstruction...