I came and I saw. What I saw was him.
Still wanting him. Wanting, lusting, heavy breathing--waiting for his touch.
I try not to look at him, feeling his devilish eyes in my loins, arousing me, making me want him even more.
He distracted me when we first met with only words; he distracts me even more now than before.
I wanted him then, but now, now, it is stronger, the feeling intensifies as I look into his eyes to speak and my words quickly become lost.
Just looking at him makes me rage with such sexual intensity that I wanted to bed him right then and there.
We stand there smiling into each other’s eyes, and I can see all of his lusty secrets, his wants, his needs, and how he needs it…
I am thinking that I want to give it to him just like he likes it, how he wants it, and the way I feel it. A steamy, lusty, raging, hot, biting, licking, tickling, sucking, kissing night of my raging passion for him.
He takes my breath away just to hear his voice.
Leaving me no choice but to drown into him.
Feeling my flesh crawl for him, fall for him, every part of me calls to him.
“He” Is my words that spill from my pen to paper.