Warmth. Where is the warmth
from the wrap of a thousand embraces?
Back we go. Never go forth.
One spot; one of many places.
Ignite our heat like kerosene,
our sweat could fill a hundred swimming pools.
Heat from the testosterone like serotene
in my nervous system shifting my moods.
A fire in our bodies, many fantasies to fulfill.
Emotions laced in ecstasy,
the cheapest of drugs and the highest of thrills.
your groans, my bestest plesantries.
Where is the warmth, ever so contagious?
A desire stronger, no attatchments, no strings.
Where is the love, ever so outrageous?
Sunday morning comes, you don't exist.
