Late Night Lust

It's late at night, and I'm searching for sleep and cannot find it, so I'll put my heart on paper and with my blood I'll sign it. It's was nearly two months ago since our last embrace, and I still remember your warmth and the expressions on your face. It all started with an innocent conversation which lead to the room, and when it was all said and done we were ready to jump the broom. I remember how I held you and fell in love with your caramel eyes. I also remember how your eyes glazed as I caressed and massaged your thighs. I pulled you close and rested my hands at your waist. Oooo, I was ready to spend hours making love to you and not do it in haste. We sat in each others arms, enjoying the others touch. You then wrapped your legs around me in the most passionate clutch. I began to undress you first your shirt then your pants, I could tell you were uncomfortable but you knew you were safe in my hands. With every thrust, you dug your nails deeper into my side, but you soon calmed down and began to enjoy the ride. You pulled, scratched, and pushed me, and you couldn't get enough. We were no longer making love, we were now head over heels in lust. It seemed as if time had stopped for us, allowing us to be together. We made love long into the night, wishing it would last forever. We were now reaching our climax, and with one final rhythmic thrust we were through. But it was this same memory that has me writing of you. I now look forward to the day that we can be together again, and I promise to love you with a boundless love, one that will never end. Always thinking of you. Please vote and comment.