I love the build up... when
touching  turns   into
grabbing. Soft lips into
passionate   tongues.
Your heart beating faster &
faster...with me longing for
you, your pleasured sighs.

"Push me up against your
mind and rip naked my soul
and I  will willingly concede
the rest to you" she whispered
in my ear and then she looked
at me and said, "the very thought
of you sir, makes me squirm."

You ******* lips as you straddle
me ready to be mine and slowly
you slide down on me taking in
every inch you can, closing your
eyes, you throw back your head
knowing  that soon  I  will  be all
inside  you.

That   wasn't  ***,   it  was  naked
poetry I told her, me being a poet
and  all,  "and if  you  just  wanted
to   talk  you  would   have  wore
underwear" I said, and then she
whispered in my ear, "I want you
inside my mind."
                                                          ­                     Jon York   2019