Not To Be Denied

Maybe I can escape another drink
Certainly another slice of cake
But how to escape passions carnal scent
When you body is for what I ache?

The call of night brings flights of fancy
Dining on your body's tastes
Never sure which region to start at
North or south of your waist

How can I not when you speak of nights
When alone you are with four walls
Hoping for something more then minutes
Ignoring all the catcalls

No I won't say that your body isn't sexy
Oh the way you walk down the hall
But whistling is so passe
Grown am I after all

Much more likely to tell you
Face to face what you do to me
How my thoughts are of reading your body
Oh so much for me to see

Plan too on revealing my physique
For I have thought about your solo nights
When you let your own fingers go walking
Does those orgasms eliminate your plight?

I suspect the cling of a male's body
Is the complete surrender you seek
Eventually we both would be vocal
Projectile connected with heat

For only another human can turn you over
When your wetness is on overload
Soothed by more human flesh
Apple pie with ice cream, a la mode

We should agree that two beats one
Us both in separate spaces
So much satisfying body on body
No doubt all night smiling faces