Mental stimulation, simulates situations
Imprinting desires onto thoughts
Cravings turn into fantasies
Lust turns into a beat
A rhythmic pulse calling for pleasure
Beckoning your delicate touch
Melanin anticipating your warmth
Suckling on your promises
Mulling over each word
Simmering in each syllable
As they satisfy a thirst yet ignite a hunger
A hunger that can't be filled by sentences
But only by you...
Your shallow breaths and wide eyes
Soft thighs engraved with wild lines
Warmth that coats my body and mind
You are my stimulation
And no simulation can perfect your presence
You are the essence of my pulse
And only you can cause it's silence