You do not know I wake up wanting you,

or how my hardness grows to have you close

so I can grind against your ass and want me too,

and in the morning light know what longing knows,

our growing need to feed the rising fire,

and lure each other closer to the heat,

and feel the flames of our desire get higher

until we burst in wildness hot and sweet,

but you don’t know the ache this wanting brings

when you’re not here lying in my bed,

but far away where I can’t do the things

I want to do and lay here still instead,

wishing I could soar and show you how

I want your body under me right now.