Innocence

His gaze upon my body does not make me feel insecure,
His eyes maneuver each curve and corner carefully trying not to miss anything, "i can't help it" he says,
His hands never sit still, where his eyes go, they follow..
My body loves them both,
For when he gazes upon me, I feel beautiful, I see the lust burning in his eyes, yet I still read the innocence in his eyes.
Like the opposite poles of a magnetic field, we attract.
Like a baby on its mothers nipple, he sucks upon mine with an insatiable hunger.
His fingers tracing all over my body like it's the first time and my body quivering at every tip.
I yearn for him.