captured

Captured

Hours are never enough
and my life is spent in moments,
trailing kisses down your form,
over every line and curve.

Seeking Nirvana at my perception,
finding reality as pure as fantasy,
exploring sexual options,
uninhibited.

Sensing what you desire
being at the right place at the right time,
touching without scorching,
knowing your response.

Seeing my smile reflected in your eyes,
as I find each ruby nipple
erect, wanting, inviting,
warming to my attention.

Smelling the primal scent of you,
before and after sex,
heady, pungent, aromatically enticing,
I'm drawn to it's sources.

Hearing every breath
as they quicken and relax,
through each encounter,
sighs, moans, and pleading, shared.

Tasting every drop that emanates from you,
salt, sweet, in the delivery,
lustful in my longing,
I drink you dry.