I don't know who
you are;
You waltz in with
the cocky Jagger
Thrusting your
charm my way
Panting with a
thirst so intense;
You got me all
wiled up!
The grin you
direct my way,
Says you have me
exactly where you want me:
Under your spell!
My innards are
swooning all over you
Bless the heavens
you can't see
What you do to
me!
I've no
expectations of you-
I'm no idiot!
But when you came
into the room
The air went out!
I'm aware of your
masculinity
It is driving me
insane!
My lower stomach
is taut...
Before the night
is through;
I wanna do bad
things with you!
This hunger
within
Has been on a
slumber, long!
I want to make
mad love to you;
With unbridled
finality...
Going beyond the
cliché 'toe-curling',
Into the unimaginable
satiety
I blush at this
raw want
The animal growl
from the inside:
I hear its
rumbling ripple up my spine
Into my hardened
nipples
Oh the
embarrassment- I could die of shame!
Thank you for
making me look like a fool -
But then again,
You got virile
testosterone!
And with all this
estrogen in play,
I don't need any
help looking like a fool!
I'm nerves!
© AK August 2012