**** dreams-
oh the naked eyes of desire;
as passion burns my inners with her fire

Was it your red lips,
that scarred me in marking bites after a kiss
Dancing tongues in a chorus sung by longing flesh,
and a searching location to address the need for
me, to rip you out of that nightdress

Slowly I caress, with running fingers on your skin,
chasing after your awaited breath; not rushing to go in
But with ease, easily as the words I say to express love,
it impresses my hunger for you by the tip of a tongue

      I must apologize now,
        as hard as it is now; I may get a little rough!