I crave you;
I savor the perfume
That fills the air when your legs part,
I cherish the brush of my fingertips
Against your thighs,
I adore your tiny little moan
As I enter your sacred space,
I worship at your altar,
Caressing every inch of you
As our bodies move together,
Yours arching to meet mine,
Toes curling and fingers scrambling
For purchase against the silk sheets,
I treasure the way you whimper
When I whisper in your ear,
“Mine,” and your answer is simple –
“Yours."