Like a whisper of dawn,
The soft dew
Of morning
Is caressing
My skin.
I whisper
My desire
For you
With incoherent
Words
And wicked thoughts.
I crave your heat and
The feeling of your
Fingers on my
Aching body.
The sweet taste
Of your lips
Makes me
Lose myself
In a haze
Of lust.
My words fail me,
But your eyes
Read my
Deepest,
Darkest
Secrets,
And you claim
What I so
Willingly give.
With your thrusts,
You make me feel
Alive,
And with your
Demanding hands you
Show me bliss
As I scream
My desire
Into the break of dawn.