When I'm near you, my skin heats and sweats for you.
My heart flutters full of passion, and my thoughts are only for you and l.
My eyes crave yours, and outlines your shoulders, your neck, your every shadow, your art.
My art...
Your my art.
I can trace you with my lingering fingers, leading to places only for me.
Kissing your lips, licking them with my careful aggressive lust.
My lips are sweet, but my tongue will be in your every *******.
As our tongues dance I know this was my very dream last night.
You and I, like heat and delicious liquid memories.
It's physical passion and chemical romance.
You and I made to please only eachother.
To gently tease and vigorously please eachother.
This is what the best dreams are made of...
You and I dancing our sacred dance.
The dance that only great lovers can dance.
Till every ****** has stolen our very last movement.
Drained our liquid lust.
Till we lay in each others arms or spread out on the bed...
While our bodies scream pleasure and only our deep breaths remain among blended sweat and wet...
I think of this.
Of you.
Of us.
And my mind plays this distant song to my body and it radiates through me till only consuming you will heal me...
Fill me...
Feel me...
And I miss you now though in moments I'll upon you.
My self control does not exist.
Just you and l alone with our sounds and bodies bound and bent, layed out and sometimes whipped.
Passion.
All of our needs will be met...
Written for him, and those who get or need to feel this passion.