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!

blues