Desire
She Dared Enquire About My Deepest Urges,
Thinking About It Grows A Bulge In My Mind
It’s Not The Locking Of Our Conventional Lips,
But My Lips Caressing Her Moistened Pinkest Lips.
The Frenzied Motion She’s Plunged Into…
As My Curious Tongue Solves Her Organic Puzzles .
My Fingers, Keys Unlocking Desperate Moans.
Their Length & Girth Sliding Till They Flick Her Switch.
Her Inability To Construct Words As She Peaks,
That Unending Look Of Gratitude As She Inspects My Soul