The Way He Captivates Me

The Way He Captivates Me

He moves me with his smile, eyes glowing with mischief , intelligence, and lust.
 In a room buzzing with unsettled activity he stands alone. I am drawn by his magnetism.
I float to him like a moth to the blazing flame that is his is essence.
 Falling into his embrace I drown in the overwhelming presence of his acceptance.
Not a word is spoken as his lips seek to capture mine, lost I drown in his power.
 Sinking lower beneath the depths of his passions my soul and body surrenders to his intent.
I am lost in the way he captivates me.
 His body spures my insatiability, enflamed I am soaking.
His fingers roam my sweetest spots, driving my towards the cliff.
 My lips elicite my mewling moans as I sink my teeth to the hot taut flesh of his throat.
Harder with the pressure of his slick moving fingers I fall off the precipice of that ever present cliff.
 I bite harder.
I am lost in the way he captivates me.
 Graced with the ever engulfing flames of his being, he steals all my breath away.
Slowly he breaks the unbearably sweet contact, but not for long.
 The reprieve is too long and yet to short.
I yearn for his electric touch.
 Slowly he turns me away and pushes me down, complete in his controle.
Hands leave a trail of undeniable fire as he caresses my soul, my own lust.
 He grants me relief with his slow earth shaking entrance into my body and mind.
I am lost in the way he captivates me.