That inconceivable thought
Runs through my mind.
It over powers my sense
Infringes on my modesty
And captivates every nerve in my body.
Your hands are like a sweet symphony
That plays the cords of my heart flawlessly.
I would love nothing more than to make love to you
But making love to you might just make me crazy.
Immense thoughts of you inside me causes my knees to be weak.
I want the feeling of your rock hard abs up against my soft skin,
Wrapping my arms around letting my hands wonder around.
Running my fingers though your hair softly as always.
Playing with the hair behind your left ear.
Enticing all of your inner most thoughts
Bringing out the sins of your soul.
Loving silently isn’t what I do,
I do it with intensity,
Because I want you bad.
