Lust

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Like marble covered in velvet,
So hard and smooth in my hand,
My grip is softly squeezing
And stroking as I kiss you.

Feeling your thrusting
And throbbing inside,
I sheath you with my silk
And make you shiver in the embrace.

This ferocious heat, all consuming,
Demands your presence within me.
My skin is singed by your touch
And wicked tongue.

My luscious body is
Screaming to touch you;
I crave you with every inch of my body,
And the raw desire makes my blood burn like fire.

I want to be consumed by you
The moment you make me yours,
And I surrender
Without thought.

You will feel my aching need
As I shudder around you,
You,
Fiercely grinding against me,
Needing to be deeper,
Needing me,
Just me.

The unspoken urge, so intense,
The enticing kisses
And trembling hands.

This need is

So new,

So tempting,

So dark.

I watch your eyes as you claim me,
Your lust compelling and pure.
I feel your need for me
As I lose myself to you.

My hot tears burn my skin,
Emotions so strong,
So powerful
They cannot be controlled.

My mind and soul tremble
As my world is erupting,
I am fully
And completely
Yours.

This poem is only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.