I need you, I want you, I must have you,
every which way I truly must.
To have your naked flesh on mine,
succumbing to my inhibited lust.

I browse the selections on dark street corners,
hoping to find one that looks like you,
but it doesn’t feel the same, with the wrong name,
this lust is false, this vice is true.

I dream every night of you moaning my name
as the sheets get heavy with midnight dew.
The art of ******* makes way for silence
as I realise I may never get to meet you.

Are you as real as you are in my head?
I seem to know your most intimate curves.
I know all your hopes, your kinks and your heat,
the way your ****** energy electrifies your nerves.

I need you tonight, make love in the moonlight,
make you howl at the sky like a wolf in heat.
The wind on your breath fanning the fire in your eyes,
leave you so breathless you need to take a seat.

Come and be mine, I call your name now,
land on me gently, we can be rough in a while.
Lie in my arms so I can savour your scent,
your *** is a bonfire, my lust a woodpile.