my thoughts stray to him
the smile on my lips comes unbidden
his confidence sends me on a loop
hes a man and won't let me forget it

usually all it takes is a look, a smile, a wink
to ****** most men. but here he comes in
ruffling my feathers and now i'm
daydreaming, night fiending, hes got me convinced
that his touch is air and i want to take deep breaths

his demeanor, his attitude, his style
has got me foolish, giggling to myself
attraction set to high, tension set to explode
he promised i'd lose feeling in my toes

i am proud and competitive
but this is a different kind of game
so i enjoy being putty to his demands
the way he pins down my hands

gentle caresses have their place
butterfly kisses and sweet embrace
but theres a fire starting in me
that has forceful needs
hands that move with confidence
teeth leaving small indents

and with my consent he will have me
at that moment ravish me

not like a flower, that would wilt
a doll that could break, or a peach that might bruise
he knows i am not made of porcelain
i do not have glass skin.

so with rough hands and harder hips
until incoherencies leave my lips
his masculine control lets me be free
to love the joining of us

i was physically created to receive
and he is not afraid to give
me all and more than i can take
he ignites the flames and all that i know
all that i feel
all that i breathe
all i can think is fire