You

What is that spark in your eye…
That sparks a wildfire of sensations …
That warms every ounce of my being…
Causing small tremors of vibrations…

The way your lips curve…
Almond shaped brown tone…
Like walking on silk…
Let my lips chaperone…

Take full control…
Guide yours to mine…
Kissable to the touch…
Let our tongues intertwine…

Your countenance a master piece…
Only God’s hands could fashion…
You were touched by divinity…
Beauty and Magnificence clashing…

Your skin looks so smooth…
Beckoning for my stroke…
Letting me trail my nails along your flesh…
Until all your senses are awoke…

Then press my body against yours…
Until our heat turns to a swelter…
Let you penetrate my soul…
So you can say I really felt her…

Gently laying me on the bed…
The sheet clinging to my skin…
Temperature so high…
From letting your essentia in…

Placing sweet soft kisses…
Along my intoxicating thighs…
Emerging slowly toward my face…
To get lost in my seductive eyes…

Thinking about my virtuality…
Makes your pulse race faster…
You go in for the kill…
But learn you can’t outlast her…

The 11 years of pent up passion…
Manifests itself in a surreal manner…
That shocks your quintessence…
And your body can’t stand her…

But I can’t stop once I’ve started…
It’s been way too long…
The floodgates have opened…
And my appetite is strong…