Lust

Lust trickles its way into my veins again,
polluting my emotions,
and clouding my mind.

Like a fog drifting over my whole being,
it's caressing me so temptingly.

You do this to me.
It's like your pulling me in.
My lips need your touch,
You're intoxicating.
and I'm left craving you.

Still,
the masochist inside of me,
begs for you to come nearer.

And when you're close,
It takes all the willpower I have left,
to pretend that I'm unaffected by your gravity.

I dare not look you in the eye,
so you won't see the lust in mine.

God forbid,
should I look at your lips.
least I lose all control.

I'm aching to run my fingers through your hair,
and pull you into me,
to feel your body moving in perfect rhythem with my own.

My obsessive mind,
keeps replaying hypothetical situations
that endlessly tempt my willpower.

I want so badly to take you into my arms,
and finally steal the breath from your lips.

A long awaited kiss,
fueled by a passion so strong,
I can't much longer control.

So deep and delicious.
How I long to feel your lips.

And I long to feel your body against mine,
hear you gasp in my ear,
as I place small, slow kisses
along the inside of your neck.

God, you smell so good,
my hands long to touch you in unspeakable places.
Make you gasp and moan,
building anticipation.

An attraction just as unexpected as it is inconvenient,
Do you know how you've affected me?