Poems of a Lost Girl

(NSFW) Lingering Aphrodisiac

From the moment that I walk in I feel an air of intimacy

from the moment I opened the door, to the moment your shirt hit the floor,

my lascivious behavior is only catered by yours; so calm and skilled,

Your breathing is stilled as I take in your voluptuous build.

I wrap my arms around to your chest, pulling your back to me.

You take away my breath, pushing my pants to my feet. 

I slip my hands into your pants, your member growing. 

Our hearts, beating rapidly, show no signs of slowing.

Your hands, how they tease.

You never fail to please.

Oh sweet lover put your passion on me! 

I moan, but I want to scream~

We're so obscene, and unclean. 

A dirty old chair, your fingers in my hair,

we're young, in love and don't care.

Our liquids mix, a sticky sweet sensation fills the air. 

Sealed with a kiss, from your lips to phallus.

  A wet hot mess, I confess you taste the best.

My tongue it craves your juices, my lips to caress your skin. 

I long to feel your rivet of pleasures from within. 

My dearest your moans are like a sonnet,

I desire to hear your song, 

if you'd let me I'd have you sing all the day long

I want to memorize every moment before its gone.

I know one day this will fade, our bond not quite so strong.

When we've exasperated our old age,

and an erotic encounter risks a hip break. 

I want these memories to continue to live on.

One day i'll have us recorded for when these days have gone, 

or your memory has faded, maybe even for tonight. . .

When I'm left with your scent lingering as I type. 

Nothing more but sore muscles and a lonely night.

Although I'm satisfied I still miss you. 

I just really want to kiss you,

to roll over and see you,

hug you close and snuggle into you.

As I'm left at night to fantasize,

I see that look in your eyes,

the gold rings around the green. 

My proud leo underneath a shell of seaweed.

When you're so happy to see me,

pick me up and kiss me, 

tell me how much you've missed me. 

Stare at me contently. . .

Yet I can see your hungry,

yearning for something more.

Deep inside I see your lion,

lustful and torn.

So tempered it seems, 

sometimes your hanging on by a string.

I see the thread pulling when you're atop me,

thrusting so hard you can hardly breathe.

It's something I'd love to see unleashed. 

Getting that animalistic salacious side out

to have you ravage me. . .

Oh! These are my fantasies. 

One day I'll truly see, 

what a beast the quiet man can be. 

I know no one else could possibly imagine,

what my sweet innocent lover is hiding underneath.

I press my hand to my nose,

a sweaty-sweet smell greats my scents. 

I think of his luscious, thick, oh my. . .

I've gotten quite carried away, I think that's enough to explain. . .

I'm truly something short of a sleaze, but my lover is an honest tease, and for what it's worth he really loves me, and I him, in real life and fantasy.  

Not really sure the point of all this, just tired and ill fix tge stanzas and grammar/spelling later. 

i had a sweet point, ill add that later maybe when i have the time to mke it rhyne