Shame On You For Being So Beautiful

When I read your words, I not only long  to hear them live, but I want to feel the warmth of your breath as you allow no space to interrupt the moist lust rolling off your tounge.  
 
Well...maybe not your lust...maybe mine.  
 
 
When you smile..my naughty intentions growl and plot.  
And I know all it would take to provoke my inner inferno to set you ablaze and awaken the man you really are, would  be a gesture of some sort..anything.  
A sparkle in your eye, an innocent  lick of your lip, a crick in the floor, and I would be on you faster than..  
Well...  
Look at me, lick your lip and take that next step...go ahead...I dare you.  
 
I want your strong hands touching me, loving me.  
I want your strong hands teaching me.  
Then I want your strong hands grabbing my neck and forcing me...  
You beautiful beautiful man.  
 
Yet you don't see the glimmer.. the hint of a man in love peaking,  
So you withdraw into the shadows.  
Leaving me to bare the cold.  
 
I'm tired of the cold.  
 
So where you go I will follow.  
I'll let my hands feel along the damp moss covered walls searching and reaching into the depths of your darkness until I find and embrace your beautiful, beautiful body.  
Let me show you what it's worth.  
 
My love, there is nothing to measure up to here.  
I don't want gold, my heart prefers your iron and wood with my lace and wool.  
I prefer grease on your hands and the smell of hickory in your hair.  
I prefer you... a man who in his own insecurities  believes himself to be nothing.  
 
But my dear, to me....  
You are wonderfully and beautifully everything.