For a Man I Want to Know Better

My conversation should be light as air,
But when I hear your voice or see your face
My mind is far away from all of this.
I'm daydreaming about the way your hands
Would feel upon my body as you stripped
My clothing from me and your hairy arms
Were wrapped round me. I wonder if your touch
Would make me half as wet as my mind does.

I think about your manhood filling me,
Expanding me and drilling through my core,
Until I feel a rush of ecstacy
And then the peace that comes after it all.
I'd better think on other lines or else
My knees won't hold me when I try to stand.