Why is it the air seems
too thin to breathe
when you walk into my world?
Minding my own business
and suddenly you
are the only
business around.
You flash
that smile,
whisper things
that bring to mind
hot sweaty nights
and the feel of silk
sliding through my fingers.
You see me
blush
and think your words
make me go weak
in the knees.
You cant see the longing
In my sordid little heart
to push you against the wall
and bite into
that big juicy apple of seduction
you keep offering.
Would it shock you
to know
I want the feel of you
on my tongue?
to know I want you
hard
and heavy
sinking into me
fucking me on
the table
the desk
the floor, for all I care.
Just you
and me
and the slick
sticky feel of us
The sharp sting
of teeth
hands
lips
on bared skin
the taste of you
flooding my mouth
and the sounds of
silence and
sex
clogging up the air
that is suddenly too thick
too hot
too scarce
to breathe
