Cocktail

 
If the day dawns and your hands
Aren’t tracing my cock,
My body aches to wake,
Craving the heat only your hands can ignite.
And when the afternoon drips with longing,
Absences fill with unspoken desires,
The curtains fall heavy, the air thick,
The bed cold without your warmth,
I ache deeply, yearning for you.
It’s so hard, so hard to be without your touch.

The sheets carry the scent of you, I breathe in,
The air thick with whispers, calling me to find you.
You pull me into the rhythm of your body,
Your hands guiding me deeper inside,
Every touch a spark, every breath a fire.
It’s in your arms that I come undone,
Only you know the perfect pace,
Looking at me as you move,
Making me crave you more,
Until I realize I’m alone, just left with this heat,
This endless, aching desire for you.

What a habit you have,
Touching yourself, building that wetness,
Making me ache as you ride,
Your screams filling the room before you take me,
Making me come as you do,
Your rhythm slow and deliberate, like a wave,
Savoring the moment, while your hand holds my neck,
And you whisper, “I’m coming again.”
You wish to have me there forever,
Pleasure and pain mixed, my cock as your tale,
And then you kiss me softly,
Whispering my favorite cocktail.