Lust With Me in My Crescendo

I have the fever (along with the chills that make me shiver).  
The fever of lust.  
My fever is just.  
My fever is a must.  

I am ripe inside my hot little haven.  
My request is to be taken.  
I’m in season, and  
I am a good companion.  
 
Don’t miss this opportunity.  
For me, it is a necessity.  
Fill me with your electricity.  
I will reciprocate similarly.  
 
I have the addiction.  
I can’t stop.  
Don’t let me stop.  
Keep me engaged ‘til I drop.  
 
Send yourself to me in words.  
I crave your words.  
I read your words.  
I listen to your words inside my head.  
 
I wish your words would fly off the page to free me from my battered cage.  
Use your words to loosen my chains and set me free so we can lust together.  
Hold me tight as we float with one another on plush clouds.  
Their suppleness holds us up on the pinnacle of our last orgasm.  
 
Your masculine scent is filling my nostrils and I breathe deeply inhaling you.  
I am ready for all of you, all your robust, potent virility.  
Don’t hesitate to take me.  
Thrust yourself inside me and concentrate with all your might.  
 
Lust with me on the height of our frenzy.  
Yes, let’s fulfill each other’s needs.  
I like it and I love it and I want some more of it.  
Come inside me with intense, powerful thrusts and please, please, don’t ever stop!
 
(Image by Jose Benito Garzon from Pixabay)