A longing for flesh

Wanting a woman of flesh,
skin and bones and all the rest.
Every perfect imperfection,
every flaw and every hair.
A body to caress and grope,
here, there and everywhere.
Eyes to drown in and be seen,
to show myself to unclad yet clean.
Hands that take me,
explore and grope,
claiming my member,
rough but slow.
Skin to skin and flesh to flesh,
turning our bed into a delightful mess.
Hands allover touch my skin,
squeezing, pleasing everything.
My lips they wander,
and let me know,
her feel and taste,
and lick and so.
Kisses, caresses, touch and skin,
what a wonderful world to be living in.