Yearning

Waking from steamy dreams,
tossing and turning and throbbing for you;
yearning....
Pressing my eyelids tightly together
to summon your memory
as a lonely hand invades the waistband
of my comfortable pajama bottoms,
elastic offering little resistance.

Dexterous fingers search with fervor
as desire and the shame of itchy palms
unlock the layers of hardened primal pleasure.
Swelling is embraced as digits squeeze and slide
up and down the pulsating shaft.
Senses sing sonnets to my head,
and mind;
greedily grasping to fulfill my frantic need.

Rapid shallow breathing trembles from my chest
like an animal pinned to the ground,
quivering and thrusting from beneath,
succumbing to the captors grip.

I need your lips against my neck,
tasting deeply into skin.
I yearn to smell your sweet perfume,
as my sweaty body relentlessly digs into yours,
your hips grinding into mine like a piston engine
with uncompromising determination,
seeking imperative fulfillment.

I long for this to be...
your one true task in life;
accept my love as I impale you with it,
pushing it deep inside of you.
Feel my heart beating, only for you
from the very core of your own.
Let me fill the lead role
on the center stage
of your own
sweaty
wet dream.

I want to be so deep inside of you,
you feel me in your heart.