Rituals in Anticipation

Such a relentless eagerness in moments that I await the hours pass to catch my fill of you in my grasps.

I conclude that I am emptied to start our ritual next time again every time we share one last cigarette,

A kiss that begs us back to life with nothing but sheets and skin between our souls embracing.

good mornings,

I love you's,

the door opens leaving me to wait for your return....

Gone for only moments, but they are moments I spend...

My fingers retracing the sensitivities your lips left on my flesh,

Tormented by my own hand's short comings,

powerless to pleasure me self as surely as he.

But in closed eyes and open lipped moans I can imagine what he feels like in my place.

clinging to the lingering aftertaste until it becomes freshly brewed and strong in our closeness.

How I ache....

how I moan,

waiting for our bodies to intertwine in their familiar curses once (not enough)...more.

My body feels you in my carresses,

giving myself the slow once over before indulging in you from my knees where I can watch...

How I love watching you biting your lip,

groaning in pleasures at the talents my tongue reflects on your throbbing  hardness.

Do you know for me satisfying you is satisfaction for me, all its own?

Can you smell the lust dripping down my shaking thighs as you thrust your anticipation in my parched and choking throat?

I can taste you in myself.

Your fragrance lingers on my skin,

still feel your lips pressed to my life.

You are the reason for my fever...

Laying in bed all day smoldering in my wantings,

bite,
scratch,
moan,
touch....

Never get enough.

"Patience is a virtue love..." repeatedly respoken to my impatient parts.

Can you come to indulge so I can want for you when you're gone?

I want you now, want to taste of your heart in the meaning behind your fingerprints that tattoo to my moans.

You fit like a glove....

I have a few choice words in my cumming....to you...for you...on you

The loudest ones....

"O' FUCK!!!"