My body is hungry for something more
Than feather light touches
And sweet kisses from soft lips.
I want to be touched in ways only possible
By a man of which a fire lies within.
I need a passion so bright
It blinds me of my surroundings,
My only focus on his rough grasp
Holding too tightly, for too long.
I must know how it feels
For the rough skin of his grasp
To slide along my waist,
Taking in all of me and none of me all at once,
His only focus on my moaning cries of pleasure
Seeping from my soft lips,
Now burning and torn from being bitten
And abused by his teeth.
I crave in an uncontrollable way
To know every inch of his body,
How it feels crushed against mine,
What their mouth tastes like
And how much I enjoy reveling in it's kissing
Of places no one's ever kissed but him,
The feeling of complete intimacy
As his tongue flicks delicately along my lips,
Licking as my love flows from my wounds,
Tasting my pain, feeling it too,
Crying as one and I'm overcome
By sensations only ever given to me by one,
None other then him.