Desire
His eyes gleam
smiling ever slightly apart,
worming closer
I feel an ache build in my heart.
I long to feel his fingers on me
I trace mine across his chest,
burning to kiss his lips
I plant mine over his.
Aflame with old desire
I cover my unrest.
A moan escapes
hurling me to the ground
face to face,
hand on hand
anxiously I lie bound.
his breath is gentle,
painting a cloud of peace,
buried under his beating chest lies a sleeping beast.
Hungry for affection,
wanton with desire,
I wait up
for daylight to attire.
Warm and magnetic,
a growl rips from his teeth
scarlet up for his display
a banquet at his feet.
The butterflies come a flutter
waking from repress,
into the night with their gleaming eyes
leaving un-addressed.
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