Through pale skin my fingers roam looking for your warmth,
on rugged lips I incessantly press mine to once more feel your love.
In the darkness of a room that mixes with the darkness of you,
thin strands of black hair I caress in moments that are always so few.
The coldness of a night you can turn luke warm with your lust,
carefully exploring with sturdy hands the mysteries of my thighs.
Ripping my fears with the thrust of your half grown beard,
in a breath, in a heartbeat all shame has forever dissapeared.
Teeth that with carefull pressure nibble my shoulders,
breathing on the back of my neck that could forever in pleassure paralise me.
Burnig pressure grows within me like a wild fire,
denying your exquisitness would only condemn me as a foolish liar.
Through moments of frenetic passion we rapidly soar,
in rivers of humid dessires our naked bodies together flow.
Leting go in silent shy moans as your devlish eyes eat me,
witnessing what you could only provoque, an abrubt silence as you let yourself free.
L.C.
