As Autumn, slowly encroaching,
Heralds golden memories and a soul-deep longing
For you,
We find ourselves once again in this place.
Torn between heaven and hell on earth.
I want to feel your hand in my hand,
To taste heaven once more on lips
Perfect in form and use.
I crave your fingers on bare skin
Trailing down my spine, my side, my chest.
I am open to you.
I long for even the anticipation of kissing
You again, our tongues dancing, playful
Yet dangerously serious.
I am waiting expectantly for the first whisper of a moan,
The moment my heart, body, soul and mind know that I am wanted, cherished, desired and loved.
You come to me,
And I remember so much
Too much and not enough.
Never enough.
You kiss me hello,
And I know.
You miss me, too.
You crave me and my hands and tongue and mouth.
We wait no longer.
The lights are dim and the music seems to beat in time to my heart
And I can almost see it in the air, pulsing around us.
We embrace each other and a moment, fleeting yet one that could be fill an eternity, passes in the instant before your mouth meets mine
And opens to me.
Moans escape and my knees go weak.
I am already trembling in desire,
Hoping you know just how much I am yours.
Clothing disappears and passion reigns.
Your touch on bareskin.
Your mouth on my body.
Your body open to my touch,
My mouth.
You touch me and I begin to move,
And to relish in the moment when not even breathing is more needed than this.
I move and you don't stop.
I move and quiver and
A mountain of loneliness and insecurities shatters under the force of our passion.
I lay there, catching my breath.
I lay there until I begin to touch you.
Taste you.
The look on your face is engraved on my heart.
Your gasps and sighs, and oh, those little moans...
I am so greedy when it comes to tasting you.
I want to swallow you whole, memorizing the shape, the feel, the saltiness.
But you pull back, wanting something more.
Thoughts disappear as our bodies move.
Together.
As one.
We move and there is no other sound or smell or sight.
We move and I feel complete.
Our bodies joined and I know a joy so vast that my body can't comprehend it.
The need grows and the pace increases.
I want nothing but your satisfaction.
I want your release.
And when it comes, I know that I will never want anyone else in this life
The same way I want you.
Thank you, September,
For your brilliant colors, cooler weather, and for my love.
Heralds golden memories and a soul-deep longing
For you,
We find ourselves once again in this place.
Torn between heaven and hell on earth.
I want to feel your hand in my hand,
To taste heaven once more on lips
Perfect in form and use.
I crave your fingers on bare skin
Trailing down my spine, my side, my chest.
I am open to you.
I long for even the anticipation of kissing
You again, our tongues dancing, playful
Yet dangerously serious.
I am waiting expectantly for the first whisper of a moan,
The moment my heart, body, soul and mind know that I am wanted, cherished, desired and loved.
You come to me,
And I remember so much
Too much and not enough.
Never enough.
You kiss me hello,
And I know.
You miss me, too.
You crave me and my hands and tongue and mouth.
We wait no longer.
The lights are dim and the music seems to beat in time to my heart
And I can almost see it in the air, pulsing around us.
We embrace each other and a moment, fleeting yet one that could be fill an eternity, passes in the instant before your mouth meets mine
And opens to me.
Moans escape and my knees go weak.
I am already trembling in desire,
Hoping you know just how much I am yours.
Clothing disappears and passion reigns.
Your touch on bareskin.
Your mouth on my body.
Your body open to my touch,
My mouth.
You touch me and I begin to move,
And to relish in the moment when not even breathing is more needed than this.
I move and you don't stop.
I move and quiver and
A mountain of loneliness and insecurities shatters under the force of our passion.
I lay there, catching my breath.
I lay there until I begin to touch you.
Taste you.
The look on your face is engraved on my heart.
Your gasps and sighs, and oh, those little moans...
I am so greedy when it comes to tasting you.
I want to swallow you whole, memorizing the shape, the feel, the saltiness.
But you pull back, wanting something more.
Thoughts disappear as our bodies move.
Together.
As one.
We move and there is no other sound or smell or sight.
We move and I feel complete.
Our bodies joined and I know a joy so vast that my body can't comprehend it.
The need grows and the pace increases.
I want nothing but your satisfaction.
I want your release.
And when it comes, I know that I will never want anyone else in this life
The same way I want you.
Thank you, September,
For your brilliant colors, cooler weather, and for my love.
