The Want

Hearing you call out my name
Nipples always so stiff
Breasts gleam under the pale of lust ridden light
Lips tasting of flesh that knows no limits to its want
Thighs that melt under heated breath
Hips that rise to me the motions of powerful thrusts
Nails that find their mark, bent over taking all
Swallowing what is given and with out question