Ode to making love to you

oh the sensual feel of your skin
the velvet folds you hold with in
why is the desire so strong
the fire I feel lasting so long

oh the thinness of your lips
those moistened folds at my finger tips
why is it I crave your smile
the smile that makes my life worth while

oh the softened shape of your pearly breasts
how I long to taste those buds upon your chest
why is it I love your laugh
while hearing you chatter with in your bath

Oh to touch your silkened thighs
to slide my hand up and hear you sigh
why is it I long for you to give a little
long for you to long to fiddle

Oh to feel your hand on my hardened shaft
to feel you stroke you know your craft
why is it I wait and wait
hoping you will not be late

Oh to feel your circled lips
slide over my oozing tip
why is it, my fantasies of you
my mate my friend how I wish you were my lover too