• Your eyes
    spoke to me
    They told me
    you wanted me

    Your skin,
    as I lick
    tastes like wine

    aged,
    bitterly sweet
    intoxicating

    Your tounge
    welcomes mine
    thrusting,
    probing
    tasting my breath
    devouring my soul

    You moan
    to my every touch
    begging for more
    your veins, throbbing
    with anticipation

    I want to feel myself
    inside you
    and leave this world
    this life.