The Essence of a Man

There he stands erect watching and wanting, his eyes talking to my body in a language of their own, piercing but soft, following every curve.
And him standing with roughness, skin like a smooth cognac, myself, wanting to take a sip as sweat drizzles down his body. Touch so gentle, all I feel are the small flames that dance over my skin.
My breathing quickens, a current of electricity moves me. Mouth watering, lips yearning to taste every inch of his being. An instant heart beat pounds between my legs. First beating rapid then suddenly can't breathe at all. Moisture seeping, ready to coax him inside, feeding this hunger that consumes me.
With every kiss, my body takes over, hands roam, toes curl, back arches. Sheer ectasy and pain as he penetrates my wetness.
I almost lose control after the very first stroke. He's in the depth of my soul still he searches, looking for that door to set my body free. I can feel and hear the moans escaping from my belly and my body starts to tremble.
He tells me he loves me over and over through unspoken words. His gentleness turns rugged, he turns beast. The Chief who stops at nothing to conquer his territory with pride.
The battle makes the room shake, heads start to spin and the point of no return is among us. The ocean rises, flowing abundant, no dry land untouched, cleansing nature.
And now here stands a warrior who has triumphed and walks away with a swagger so dapper he leaves permanent footprints in the land that he rightfully calls- his Woman.