Proverbial Glove

Timing that is almost impeccable  
to quench my thirst  
taking my most raunchy desires  
and setting them ablaze  
 
You come into the domain of  
succulent passion  
like a breeze of comfort and motion  
taking my breath away  
 
Aroused in sexual want  
I consciously give myself to the spill    
of my manly liquid  
centered on you  
 
No it is never your intent  
to be the receiver of such designs  
but even when your glory features a man who totally has your heart  
 
My thoughts run to our mating  
to the incomplete state that in my fantasy, also known as a delusion of grandeur that finds you wanting  
 
More than he can give  
a space where we two live  
satiation is our fate  
oh baby we don’t have to wait....