Fingers trail gracefully down my side
Steamy breath whispers dirty things in my ears
Eyes clouded and swirled with emotion
Hair sticking to skin, messily placed
Hazy minds trying to form sentences
Nerves are fried by sensual touches
Whimpers and moans flow freely
Backs arch with reckless abundance
The way our hips align
Only serve to drive me crazy
Our search for ecstasy
Lead us to each other
The sad part of this act
I don't even know her that well
We're doing this for pleasure
The physical contact we both craved
The kisses we share mean nothing
Yet I have never wanted anyone more
I don't want to spend my life with her
But I crave the feel of her flesh so deeply
She has this talent, this unique gift
To make me feel like a virgin and a whore all at once
It's refreshing, like the breath of an angel
That was never innocent yet never shunned
It surprises me to think that she
In all her vixen glory
Was once only an attractive co-worker
Who specialized in snarky comments
