Desirous Intent

Thoughts of you wake me from the deepest of sleeps.
The wanting, the needing, the miss of your touch.
Your words guiding me, and coaxing me to take on more.

Rigid I feel as I begin to recall your scent,
My heart keeps time with the memory of your breath.
Wanting so badly to call you to this moment,
Lusting for every caress we had ever embraced.

My mind wanders, my body lies aching,
My excitement manifests in girth,
I glide a hand across what,
I can only describe as tight skin,
Sliding over the muscles of a bull.
My embodiment of desirous intentions.

You always tell me how open you become,
How wet you get, when I am with you,
I think of all those initial insertions.

Slowly you lift your legs,
I hold them and push them further,
Warmth engulfs, as I slide so freely, deeper, inside,
Your initial gasp, and rhythmic cooing.

Or, I enter you softly, from the side,
One leg slightly raised, as I lay further below,
Soft and unhurried we spoon,
Twisting in to wet drenched kisses.

My pulse races, as I throb in full salute of you,
Recalling you leaning against the wall,
Legs wrapping tightly around me,
Your skilled hands guide me,
To become absorbed inside you.

Connecting so profound,
The mystery of us,
Melting, feeling every once of stretch,
From the inside-out.
Rocking myself in your memory,
Yielding to the overwhelm,
My sudden surge, that repeats,
…and repeats,
To flow into a collapse.

Sated momentarily,
From desire that flames near desperate,
Yearning with an almost angry crave,
To share ceaselessly, my all with you.