As the sun descends,
hidden by the horizon,
the world quiets,
and my desire pulses.
Now coursing fluidly,
it fills the emptiness
aching within me,
as the day turns to night.
My need for you reverberates
throughout every part of me.
All of my most hidden,
unspoken desires
pulsing as they become
alive with yearning.
My craving grows,
its presence seems
consuming,
insatiable.
I try closing my eyes,
letting my fingers trail
as I tease my moistness,
imagining that my hand
is yours searching inside.
I am so desperate
to quiet the ache,
to sate the hunger.
Yet, still my desire pulses.
No hand a substitute
for your masterful touch.
Despite the unanswered,
all consuming emptiness,
I succumb to the darkness
even then my desire pulses.
My need yielding to sleep,
I get lost in fantasy
as the land of dreams
slowly draws me in.
You are waiting for me
in the land of my dreams.
You possess your own map,
a topographical guide
of where my urges
burn the hottest,
sensing the urgency
as my desire pulses.
In the wispy fog of fantasy,
I cannot even attempt to deny
the gravitational effect
you have on my universe.
As my desire pulses,
your mouth and hands
play my slumbering body.
Like clay, I mold to you
taking shape as guided
by your skillful touch.
Now my moans and sighs
create a soundtrack,
only interrupted by
my quiet pleading
to never stop exploring me.
My legs spread instinctively
welcoming your intrusion,
back arching as my body
now surges with lust.
Nothing can disguise
my visceral response as
I succumb to the urge
to go where only you
know how to take me.
Afraid my raging want
will engulf us whole,
my mind gives in to
this primal need as
my desire pulses.
I feel each powerful thrust
as your hardness penetrates
the most supple parts of me
over and over again.
The line between fantasy
and reality now
indistinguishable.
You now ache to feed
the hunger gripping you.
Clenching you tightly
my body writhes in lust,
milking you with every
flex and release.
My desire pulses,
now ravished,
it is demanding
to be answered.
When the waves finally
crash against me,
my body answers yours
with a frenzied torrent.
Nectar flows freely from me
as you can no longer resist
sating your own demons.
With a primal moan,
you cannot contain any longer,
the seed that erupts from you.
Your warmth fills me,
the pulse of my desire quiets,
for now dulling my insatiable
hunger for your touch.
As I awaken suddenly
to an empty bed,
I sigh longingly,
accepting your absence.
The soaked sheets
remain as evidence
of your ability to
invade my subconscious,
even as the rest of the
world sleeps unknowingly.
As the sun again rises,
my desire pulses once more.