Most Of All (NoPoo 41)

In anguish
This aching need
Craves the dulcet tones
Of your voice
When it tenderly
Says my name

I warmly desire
Those lips
That can beguile
Knowing secrets
Of fire ndd lust
But never tells

Yearning to run
Fingers through
Your soft hair
Smelling it
Imagining it
Dishevelled in bed

All these things are beautiful
What i crave
Most of all
Is your naked soul
At its most vulnerable
At its most passionate