Do You Feel It Too

I’m desolate without your prodding.
Please interrogate me, then touch me.
 
I want you to hold me.
Please take me.
 
Stimulate my desolation ‘til I drip.
Let wantonness drive our sensuality towards intimacy.
 
I stare into your eyes as your essence converges with mine and guides our passions.
You sense my vulnerability.  
 
You cup my face in your hands then pull me to your lips.
You allow me to kiss you.
 
We come together as one.
I take your tongue in my mouth.
 
I suck it sensuously, playfully.
You return the favor and take me in.
 
You suck my tongue, then my lips.
Your lips hold and suck mine until I gasp.  
 
We now belong to each other.
I know the plans I have for you, you say.
 
We walk together toward the bedroom hand in hand.
You stop me in the doorway and pin me up against the door frame.
 
We embrace. We makeout.  
Inside your panties I find your vulva and fondle you.
 
You’re drenched.  
My finger slides in easily.
 
You push me off and lead me to the bed.
You undress me.  
 
You find my breasts and suckle them gently.  
I press your face into them and encourage, no, demand a brutal suck.
 
Your tongue flicks them back and forth.  
Then you suck me hard.
 
You undress quickly as I lay back on the bed.
We’re both naked as your straddle me from above.
 
I pull you down on top of me and kiss you wildly, franticly.
Your hands caress my face as you seduce me.
 
This is who we are.
You seducing me, me seducing you.
 
Our lust for each other is our destiny and our story will always remain in.
Your seduction is safe within me.
 
We will seduce one another with every ounce of fondness and familiarity within us.
This story is kindred as are our souls.