Ambition

I have no time to waste
but I have hours to spend,
to offer you explicit delights
and draw you to a happy end;
 
Beginning with your ear:
a lighthearted nibble, so I
might hear your timid moans
soon drifting by;
 
My tongue is aching
to dance upon your lips
while my hands hold
steady your shapely hips;
 
Sweat glistening on your belly
once I begin my play,
intent to make you scream
in that most pleasured way;
 
You try to still yourself.
Your hands conceal your mouth,
but not so those lovely moans
while I am busy south;
 
Then violence shakes your legs
and your screams burst forth;
 
Awash in your jubilant afterglow,
I am beckoned north.
 
I plant kisses up your body,
sampling your lovely, salty skin,
until at last we embrace and kiss.
 
When can we do that again?