Her Name Is Desire

There's a woman I met with blonde hair and piercing eyes.
Her breasts are large and her nipples hard,
Her body has sensual thighs
Her ass is shapely and makes me erect.
They call her Desire.

She gives off a scent that exudes all her sex,
She drives men (and women) crazy,
They orgasm to no end,
She is skilled at giving blow jobs,
And has tipped the velvet, too,
She is known by Desire.

She attracts all kinds of men,
Mature, younger and in the middle,
They think they're in control
Until her talent takes them over,
Oh yes, she is Desire.

I tried to get to know her,
But she was far above my status,
She can have the best of lovers,
To her, no man would say no
Her name is Desire.

My hardness craves her most secret place,
Her arousal drives me crazy,
But as yet she has not looked at me,
My passion is fueled the moreover.
I need my Desire.

My lust reaches its climax,
And I decide I can handle no more,
I go to my Desire,
And I take her on the floor.
Making love to my Desire.

I move Desire to a chair,
I bend her over and she holds it,
Her moistness now exposed from behind,
I then enter her from there,
I feel my Desire.

I finally begin to climax,
Filling her full of my seed,
When I finish with her, she smiles,
And tells me she was pleased.
She is filled with my Desire.

She told me it was hot,
Then began to move away,
She searches for another lover,
From good judgment they'll be swayed,
Her name is Desire.

I often think of my Desire,
And where she has gone,
She's surely with another lover,
Making them orgasm too.
I long for my Desire.