Will There Be More?

Here we are face to face
My body pulsing with joy
My hands all over the place
I feel your breathe, taste your lips
Your hands so firm, so masculine
Large and longing as they knead my hips
I want so much more
Than this moment will give me
I long for every night right here
Feeling you inside me
Wanting to hold you so near
And when this is all over
Will there be more?
Or will I be left cold, alone
Another of your whores