Rest your lips on my neck,
Leave wet warm kisses.
So that even when you leave,
Your presence still lingers.
Your fingers, caress my skin.
They trace my outline in the dark.
Hold me close, hold me tight.
Block my sight with your hair.
Let the scent of sweat and soap,
Tell me you are there.
Your skin, so fair, so soft, and so warm;
As I drag my nails gently along your back.
I squeeze, you gasp.
I moan with a rasp in my voice,
Unable to hold it in.
I bite my lips.
Your hips, inching closer to me,
To my center, a source of heat.
They connect, your wetness, my warmth.
Your skin, my paper.
Your moans, my words.
You are my art.
You will be my masterpiece.
