The Craving (Poem)

Those words
just make my asset rise
to new lengths
to hit the sky...
Oooh baby I want you...

I hear those words
it makes me
crave your touch
your scent
your presence.

On top?
on the bottom?
it does not matter to me
as long as I can be
inside of you
holding you
breathing your breath
kissing your lips...
that is where I want to be.

To feel that warm pleasure
as I move in and out
of your holy grail
moaning...
pleasing each other
to no avail...
I slowly move me head
lower to your breast
by which I tell you
we are definitely not done yet...

I lick you from top to bottom
and all the way down...
groaning
moaning....
making some sweet sounds.
I hear those words again
and it excits me to please...
as I slowly release my seed...
from that moment...
I must say..
that I love you more
oooh...each
and every day...