Beckoning

You want to savor her taste,
Letting it linger on your tongue.
The sweet scent of her honey,
Triggers your senses.

You want to be inside her.
You need to feel her tight grip
As you thrust,
As you claim her.

You watch her with intense eyes,
Adoring every movement of her body.
Her soft breasts, her hard nipples,
Screaming to be sucked,
Teased.

Her succulent lips parted,
You long to bite them.
You want to catch her breath
As the moans escape her mouth.

Her smooth neck inviting
Waiting for you,
For your touch,
For your lips,
For your teeth.

Your eyes burn with lust
As you watch her.
Every soft and sensual curve,
Cast you under her spell.

Her ass grinding down on the bed,
With her smooth legs parted.
Her sensuous back arched,
Surrendered to her desire.

You want to dig your fingers
Into the soft flesh of her hips,
Marking her as yours.
Only yours.

The velvet skin of her thighs,
You need it.
You crave it.
Your urgent hands demand it.

You clench your fist
At the sight of her perfect mound,
Her glistening slit,
Beckoning you.

You watch and memorize
Every inch of her body.
You need her more than your next breath.
This is more than desire.
This is more than need.

She is the one.