Cravings

Cravings I crave your strawberry lips Kiss deep and tuck in my hips To be curved around your waist Not a wink of sleep should be waste I thirst to taste and indulge in your fountain Lift me up and down to a reach a high mountain Take me from a friday night in a club Joll and braai till sunday night in a pub I crave seeing your transformed body You were my clyde me being bonny The charm and arrogance of the reflection on the mirror I want to see all that so close and clearer I crave to see your brightened smile Feel the fear of your pulse when you frightened by the thought of losing me I crave to bump and grind in your black smooth pipe Its comfortable,flexible for a goodnight ride I crave to sweat and dry with you after a bubble bath Dive to bed and wait for the appealing aftermath