Eyes that look at you with desire,
Feeding a hunger they seem to inspire,
With depths of mischief and thoughts of sin,
A tingle, a shiver that starts within.
The gaze that never lets you out of sight,
And muscles that glow in the light,
The feeling and need to let him In,
All your thoughts and under your skin.
A touch that’s rough and yet so good,
No words, just thoughts that are understood,
Everything around just disappears,
All doubts are gone and so have the fears.
A kiss becomes a prickle that spreads too quick,
With craving that that soon hits a peak,
Animalistic urges that take control,
For the briefest moment, you feel whole.
A eternity to mourn, but moment to feel,
That is my Achilles’ heel.