Obsession,
Quarter pass eleven at night,
And no sign,
Nor even a sight of you,
I have run~out of clues,
And don't know what to do either,

The lights are off,
And fright is now my cloth,
Where are you?
Where have you been?
Do you know what am going through,
And within?
Please don't keep me waiting for long!,
Am fed up with these love songs,
And long for every bit of you,
And huge,

I want you now and here,
Like how you do it right,
Every night,
Like a good student,
Learning all my spots;And touching them right,
Kissing my lips and neck,
Then through my cleavage
To my toes,
And whispering your ***** talks,
Simultaneously peeling my frock
And pants,

As I pant to the jingles of your breath,
Moaning and groaning,
Whiles you caresses my edges with your fingers,
Hitting ******* peak,
And the pleasure lingers,
Shouting your name,
Over and over again,
Begging and asking for more,
where are you?

A Poem Written By,
©Historian E.Lexano
®PG Strictly advised.