Ms. Appetite

It thinks it knows me knocking at my door everyday, wanting to come inside cause it says it's cold outside.
Begging to Warm it's delight..keep it company by fireplace Moonlight.
Seducing me into it's zone..she gets me almost every night with that, making me feel good it's almost payback.
Getting her Desired outcome when I guess I'm just getting some.
It's a pass time of sorts, diggin' behind the Desire Cream seam of her boy shorts.
It's all for the taking, I wouldn't just call it Love making.
More like Sensual Appreciation in this empty Devastation.
Cooking me food for thought to eat, but I'm always hungry easily pleased we meet..Talking to one another but we don't dare speak.
This private tasting in my wine cellar, communication through sensation it always sells her.
Attractive to the touch but she doesn't feel much.
Too busy stroking my insides, telling me moaning lies.
Releasing me into the arms of another, but she'll ask "You know how long we been together?"