Surfacing

I want to be under you, over you and inside you. Feeling every drop of my flesh respond to your lips, the young warmth of your mouth and sensuous
tongue.

You are my favorite lover, my uncommon friend and mage, enchanting me with your erotic phrases.
Your needs are vital to my own happiness, with our storied pasts merging as one provocative future.
So smart, so irresistible I feel so luxuriant under your touch.

The fruit of your passion, unpeeled and long within my body, making me drip with the element of this desire.
To eat you alive and have you within me, long after you have returned to your reality.
Often in my mystery I feel shy in wanting you so much.
You are a hidden beauty that I relish each moment with.

I have gotten what I wanted for so long. A desire quenched by years.
Feed me your snake, your forbidden passion, your dreams.
My creative mind sizzles in ways to pleasure our souls making them one, though outward appearance is a facade.
Mysterious notes in our eyes as they meet, but keeping those seconds brief only to explode later.
The richness of your need is only shadowed by mine.
I am enveloped everyday in the thought of you.

Unusual to feel such a need for a man so far out of my grasp.
But my warm love for you keeps that fire burning bright so you will find your way.
In dreams, in sex, in the decadence that escapes me as a need you are a muse for my enchantment, a warrior to the goddess within