Touch*

Some good feelings don't seem too right,
But is it bad to say I want you for tonight.

It was just a touch,
Felt it through a rush.
Breaking me down in my body's desire of this particular crush.

Burning desire for warmth between hidden lips.
Holding gently to pull you closer by your hips.
Gulping down on your love in the couple of sips,
Yet not paying for any of it, for you refuse to take any of my tips.

But it's not *** by simple details,
When you don't throw yourself across all the world's females.

For when I first felt the touch,
One piece of it was never enough.
Take it to place of comfort, perhaps a couch,
Taking control of the machine within me by it's oily clutch.

Simply came from a touch,
To control this crave is all but too much.