His Longing and My Contentedness
He is simple and kind to me.
his touch alone makes my body speak.
Every kiss is our wishful bliss.
He tries to wrap and tame me.
I cry out from my screaming.
I'm warm to his cold body and i ask for more.
He is dazed and almost crazed as he feels and touches my body each time a different sounds.
He can not resist me, and yet it is him i adore.
he will want me and crave for my affections.
But were both stuck in one room and the danger is high to be found out.
He doesn't want me to have a reputation like him.
I want him to be here with me in these moments that seem almost impossible.
The excitement, the thrill, the heat of it all at our backs.
to love for us is so dangerous, while the touch is not forbidden.
The happiness we seek, for his longing and my contentedness.
And one day I hope he'll come back from service with his head back in my chest and hands on my thighs. I pray for the moments that I spend with him now are everything he wishes and that next moments when he returns are everything and more.
Copyright © Dayneissa Byrd | Year Posted 2011
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