The Passion

Burning desire consumes my thoughts, my senses.
My hands slowly caress your body.
Yearning to exploring every slope, navigate every curve.
No area left untouched.

I want...

To softly, slowly, caress you with my lips.
To feel soft hair in my firm grip.
To hear sounds of content fulfillment.
To see blissful pleasure on your face.
To loose myself in your primal scent.

I ache...

To pull your head back firmly.
To feel you quiver as my warm breath caresses your neck,
To nip your breasts with playful teeth.
To part your soft thighs with mine.
To hear you whisper "I need you!" in my ear.

I need...

To dance that long, slow dance.
To feel your wetness surround me as I enter.
To rise and fall to a primordial rhythm.
To feel your nails scrape my back.
To release these fiery passions built to consuming inferno within.