Coffee Date

 I ask you to
Have coffee with me.

But what I really want - - -

I want my hands,
One on each side of your face,
Pulling your face to mine.

I want to,
Press my lips against your lips,
My tongue to touch yours.

I want my hands to,
Slide down your neck,
Your shoulders,
Your arms,
To wrap them around,
Your body.

I want to pull,
Your breast against my chest,
Your nipples against mine,
So that I can feel them,
Aroused against me,
As I hold you in my arms.

I want,
Your thighs,
Tight against mine;
My pelvis,
Pressing against yours.

I want you to rise,
On your toes,
Straining against me,
Holding your lips,
Against mine.

I want to hear your breathing,
Quicken,
Your breathe soft against my cheek,
As my lips kiss your ear.

I want the taste of your scent,
In my nose,
Touching my tongue,
As I kiss your neck.

I want the whisper of your voice,
Asking me,
For more,
Promising me more.

I want all of you.

But,
Instead,
I ask you to coffee.