Nobody’s perfect. Most know this phrase. Few truly understand it.
I lust you,
I lust for you,
Your tasty lips,
Your eyes when you’re turned on,
Your breath on my neck
Your touch on my skin,
Your voice when you whisper “I want you…”
Your soft skin, melting in my hands
Embraced in the lustful fires
of our sensual desires.
Your moans, escaping your mouth,
caressing my ears
as our bodies rock to the rhythm