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.