I sat here in thought.
About the woman I love.
That of her beauty,her eye's,the touch of her skin.
The thought of her fabulious curves that drive me wild.
How I like to be making love to her right now.
In more ways then one,I know for sure!
To hear the sound of her voice,to feel her in my arms.
To run my fingers wild through her patch.
To feel the tip of our tongues meet with excitement,with that of an explode.
There the passion would be as I would love her with all my being.
It's there I am sad that she is not here to enjoy the thought.
The ones of us making wild in these mountain top.
The ones of my lips kissing her with such passion.
That with a softness and gentle touch.
That it would send chills up and down our spines.
The thoughts of me up between her thighs,having a snack and a treat.
As I would find festive in many ways.
That we would not sleep this night.
Because there would be an outlaw on the prowl.
Cause I would take everythibg she had to offer.
All the way to giving her muti orgasm and putting a smile on her face.
That there she would know she is loved by a real man.
Because every time I stop,she would want to do it again.
And I would gladly ablize tapping that ass again.
Having her always wanting more because that's the kind of loving man I am.
That you hit right and they always come back for more.
But these thoughts I have go unfilled because she is not here.
But these thoughts are my own and that's what keeps me surviving this.
Because there,these thoughts are my wildest dreams.
And dreams are what keeps me alive.
As I'm true to the one I love.
That there my heart is because of the one I love.
That these thoughts are my desire for true love.