Tensions

Sexual tension, my feelings grow
She strolls by me, the scent I follow
     Legs move one by one
Blood boiling, hot as the sun
     Knowing each other, for over a year
No pursuit of passion, no orgasmic cheer
     She sits in my mind, naked yet warm
Her hair caresses her angelic form
     I desire to feel her, to touch and to taste
To explore her body in patience not haste
     To feel her fingers, run down my spine
Trail across my buttocks, a tingling line
     Two lips as they part and brush on two more
A tongue pressing through like a key in a door
     My body feels closed, enveloped in heat
As she sits on my manhood, our sexes then meet
     My hands are massaging, and holding so close
Our bodies one motion, sexual overdose
     And as we build up to a final release
We scream out in ecstasy, our tensions are free