she spreads her legs with a look of lust in her eyes,

i pull her close and whisper obscenities while caressing her thighs.

she grips my forearm so tight

i wonder if she notices she is so beautiful under this moonlight.

so quick to kiss and bruise

these blurred images replay throughout my mind in passion-red hues.

she caresses my heart causing me to shudder with arousal

although everything seems so obvious and rushed,

she is still able to remain calm and casual.

the way her hair feels in the grip of my clenching fist,

my mind will cease to never resist.

she follows my lead with grace and submission,

her hands so delicate, played me like a musician.

i hold her body like I never want to let go,

for being without would cause great woe.