Wanting Desire

I can't stop thinking about
how I want you,
how I want to feel your lips against mine.
Soft,
little
pecks against my lips.
Kissing you back,
with all of the passion
I feel in my veins.
Your sweet lips,
remind me of honey.

My hands lose patience,
as an image of us
slamming our bodies together,
dashes through my mind.
Like that of headlights,
on a dark, foggy night.
I grab your hair,
smelling the remnants of your shampoo
as I kiss down your neck.
Leaving purple-blue galaxy marks.
I smack your nice, plump
peach-like ass.
The gasp and little whimper,
that comes out of your mouth
makes my knees weak.
I grab your hips, so I don't get clumsy.

I'm kissing down your
soft and warm
stomach,
leaving more marks.
Closer to your pubic bone,
biting and sucking on
your porcelain skin.
I leave a light kiss
between your thighs.
As if to say

"There's so much more, my love."