Give myself away,
just to feel you touching me
and giving yourself to me.
I'm wanted.

After you've ravished me,
and savaged me,
while I lay in our puddle of lust,
I can't help but thinking,
wanting yearning dreaming hoping
that maybe the next one who touches
all of my body will actually touch my soul.
Will love and breath me,
and be with me.

Until then I let those foreign lips kiss me.
choke me and slap me.
Just to feel something even for a moment,
knowing it will feel like a volcano erupting
when the one touching me actually loves me.
The one that loves my body
in its soft, curvy figure.
And loves the way I kiss,
and finds me **** for 300
other reasons than the way I moan.

I'm waiting for you Passionate Love.
Beautiful Man.
Patiently, waiting.