Making your body talk

Blackness takes hold from the softness of cotton spreads
Trapping the soul to speak through the body that is held
Holding your intentions of lust that squirm of drooling need
Greedy pulses filling your heated moans of “please take me”

Your skin tensing to blind touches that grip of want seeping in
Leaving tracks of desire of uncontrolled lust possessing
From the scent of untouched folds trembling for attention
Lifting your desire into my control with your sexy lacing

Untying wishes of your sinful thoughts with my finger tips
As I listen to your body talk
Whispering
whimpering
“I am yours tonight
Please come in”