My head is pounding,
My mind is toast,
Thoughts scrambled like eggs,
My breath long since taken away,
You move in close and every sensation is intensified,
Your hand moves slower and the anticipation is multiplied,
Relentless, unwavering , unstoppable in their gentle glide
Your hands are a gift from god
When you touch me I see the light,
I want you now like I've wanted nothing ever before,
My hair jumbled as if by a storm,
Makeup smudged beyond recognition,
See me now as nature intended,
All roughed up, nothing fake,
No pretending.
Exposed to the world without thought or shame,
In that nude not naked kind of way,
I thrash and moan uncontrollably,
Till I can't take it anymore and scream out in pure ecstasy,
Lust and love no more than a blur,
I don't care which it was,
But I need more.
