Nothing

Ready at first glance
I'm already in a trance
clothes are off and temperature high
you got me ready to touch the sky
Softest touch hardest thrust
someone in whom i can trust
fingernails across my back
minds wondering lets get on track
deep breaths and sweat beads
moving as one so no one leads
can hear you heart beat out of your chest
panting like you need a rest
climb on top like a rodeo
with mood setting songs on the radio
foggy and hot I'm almost there
i get this second wind out of no where
as we both let go it all
lie back down and take the fall
sweaty and panting
you leave me wanting nothing