I crave your touch:
The way your body feels
when pressed against mine.
I lust for that escape you provide me
as you move your gentle
hands over my curves.
Although your soft kisses
send sensations down my spine,
I crave more;
like the way an addict craves their drug.
Beneath this ****** desire
lies something deeper,
meaningful and genuine.
You're hands are warm
when pressed on my skin,
and I feel safe.
The attention your provide me
is undivided as if the world is blurry
and I am in focus.
I am similar to a centre piece in your
mass creation called life.
A privilege I hold close,
that I fully accept, and am honoured
to be chosen.
Between the vivid lifestyle
we live behind closed
and romance viewed by others,
lust and love fuse creating our life,
together.