And I’m happy that a kiss isn’t enough,
And I’m glad a touch is only a start,
And I’m joyed to see you can come so close,
And it’s a pleasure to be bare in front of you…
It’s a different sensation when you don’t touch,
but just look at me and see me part by part,
it’s a deep penetration of lust and desire ,
which makes me shy and smile to heart.
And when you come closer and do the wonders,
with just a finger and your deep breaths,
the manly figure standing close to me,
who could over power me the moment you choose.
The fingers gliding through me hair and ears,
the breaths spreading warm on my neck,
the sensation falling heavy on my chest,
and you standing so controlled like a master in place.
But you’re not a master anymore,
and your desires slide down like a puppet,
and you might be falling for me or to own imagination,
and see you can’t even stand anymore….
but you want to stand,
and you wish to own me like a thing,
and you bend me down on bed,
standing behind and fully erect.
You enter deep into me and I’m so full,
you hold me like a fairy who might fall from heaven,
You try to be hard, rough as a coarse weather,
Love might be not real but this moment is an appeal….