I'm not sure of much,
But I know that I want him.
My hands in his curls,
His eyes in my mind,
Our clothes on the floor.
No hesitation.
Our bodies together,
Our souls intertwined,
Our breath merging.
He steals my senses.
He is all I can smell,
All I can taste,
And my hurried tongue wants more.
Feeling his weight on me,
Sliding hands, crumpled sheets,
A song of moans fills the air,
Followed by breathy silences.
Pull me closer,
Don't let me go.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
I'm not sure of much,
But I know that I want him.
My hands in his curls,
His eyes in my mind,
Our clothes on the floor.
No hesitation.
Our bodies together,
Our souls intertwined,
Our breath merging.
He steals my senses.
He is all I can smell,
All I can taste,
And my hurried tongue wants more.
Feeling his weight on me,
Sliding hands, crumpled sheets,
A song of moans fills the air,
Followed by breathy silences.
Pull me closer,
Don't let me go.
