Forbidden Fruit

The overwhelming rush between my thighs builds when I see his long thick locks.

His lips my body aches to feel in hidden places. I find myself lost in thoughts...vivid thoughts of straddling his hardness...

my tongue caressing the curves of his neck...with
one hand tightly coiling his locks around my wrist...

demanding his arousal as his hands squeeze my plush cheeks and travel the arch of my back.

If not for clothes we'd come undone...
with passion in these stolen moments hidden behind closed doors.

Forbidden is the lusty embrace we share unspoken for fear we'll taint the taste we crave of each other.