2 a.m arrives in hot, sweaty tones
I lie awake with my eyes closed
Thinking of only you
My body comes alive
Emotions begin to stir
I fight the need to feed the lust
I try supressing the urge
To touch, to cool, to soothe
That heated fever of desire
Of wanting you, beside me
Needing you, touching me
Begging in silence

Waiting

For you

To slide inside the fire of rough edges
Hormones scream at alarming rates
My pulse rises, and I run a finger along my torso
Feeling the curves of my breasts
A fevered breath rises, and my fingers probe
Going astray, creating scatters of shivers
As tiny beads of sweat crescend against
Frozen glaciers of echoes
Lost in the silent moans of darkness
As spiderwebs erupt into the dew of morning
I slide along the requim of fantasies
Pressing harder, and lifting upwards
I feel you drip inside of that wet silk

Gently rubbing my thighs
With my fingertips
I'm completely unaware of the
Unconscious implication
Of sound

I want to ...

Slide my tongue
Between
Your
Strawberry slush
Fuck you
From
Behind
With my
Strap-on
And listen to you scream

My name,

Passionatly, with seductivly tantric
Visions of entanglement
Deeply, intensly dancing inside
The touch
The sin
The sensation
The smell of our skin
Wrapped,
Tied
Pressed
A kiss behind an ear; then lips upon on my breast

Your words penetrate me.

Find shelter inside my body,
And spin in hushed tones of ectasy
I'll wait for you to taste the fire
Hungrily and anxiously
Licking and sucking
As you travel at 100 degrees
Cruising through the course of my nerves;
My spine.

Won't you come

And take me

Over and over again.