It begins as subtle aching.
fingers scuttle, raking.
moist mouths salivate,
when kisses don't quite sate.
touch alone can drive
every nerve alive,
to shocking taste
with mocking haste,
and rocking motions thrive.
who ever knew that clothes
could be such brutal foes
when everything is shaking
anticipation breaking
At last then, we're there,
when everything is bare.
inwardly we grin
hearts dancing to begin
hateful muscles tremble
lust and blood assemble
there's an underlying moment
where complying is too cogent
savagely we fall
into natures call
all hips and lips and breasts
those tips and grips and crests
in simple innuendo
just to watch crescendo
gripping thighs and grasping skin
stifling cries in gasping sin
then your stormy eyes roll
and threaten all control
I let all hold buck free,
when you whisper "fuck me".
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