Hopeless State Of Mind

The Shit You Do

You're always writhing
Under my touch.
The little whimpers and groans
That escape your mouth
When I don't kiss that
Special spot on your neck
That seems to always
Makes you melt.

When I just lightly run my
Fingers over your
Bare sun kissed flesh
And watch as the goosebumps rise.

Always leave you wanting more.
Begging for more.
You groan when I don't
Give you the touch
In which you desire.

What is it that you want, baby?

You don't answer,
You look at me expectantly
Because you know that
I know what you want from me.
But I wanna hear you say it,
Say what you want,
Or what you need.

The sighs and small moans
That ripple from your throat
When I leave open mouth kisses
On your collarbones and my
Hands rubbing your thighs.

I want to write poems on your skin
With my mouth.
And hear the music that
Comes from your throat
When my fingers
Touch your bare soul.