You can discover more about a

           person in an hour of play,
          than a year of conversation.

        Won't it  be nice when I take
                     you like you
           have  never  been  taken,
                    to leave you
                 unable  to  think,
                       only feel
         and be lost in the moment,
                   to loose yourself
                     and to reach
                 heights like never
                     before while
                  gripping me tight,
          my lips showing no mercy,
                         your body
         betraying you as you tremble
                     with each kiss

            Your hands
                            on my body.

            That's my
                                addiction.
                     ­                                                   Jon York   2019