The Craven

A hard control

An impulse to take

The length's calling

Tension's pulling.

Minds go wild

The tenderness it feeling

Hands roaming

The further it getting.

Soft derm's inviting

Luscious mouth, ravishing

Fragrance enchanting

Crease tastes heaven.

Warmths filling

Lips nibbling

Bottoms teasing..

While insides slamming!

Melodious voice

Seeping through the ears

Looking in the eyes

Reading soul's spice.

Warmths growing

Inner tormoils boiling

Hands clinching

Feels satisfying.

Would have tasted the sweetness...

Would have pulled you in my arms...

Where you belong

As you are MINE!