Urgency

Your  
contemplative  
gaze
leaves me
aching
for a
taste
of  
your  
hungry lips
as  
you
grip me  
firmly
by the  
hips
and  
i find
solace
in the  
masculinity  
of your  
hands  
as they  
roam
the curves
of my  
glistening  
petals
and
swollen bud
right
before  
you plunge  
them
knuckle deep
into my  
tight
wet
glistening  
whole
and  
you make
me
tremble
and
quiver
until I  
gush  
all over  
you
and  
make me
whisper  
the kind
of
filth  
that  
drives you
wild
right  
before
you  
bend me
to  
your
will
as the  
urgency  
of  
your need
to plant  
your  
seed  
slips
just  
beyond
the seal
of  
my lips.