I slide into your arms
feeling the goosebumps rise
as anticipation sets in
as my breasts tighten
in reaction to your closeness
everything about you
creates a heat that burns
whenever you are near
even in thought
does the desire
pull at me
telling me to make a move
to let you know
how much I crave
all that is you
your lips I wish to taste
devouring them
with mine own
were I to have my way
I would scorch a path
down the line of your neck
to your belly
lapping at the delicious delicacy
that is your manhood
never stopping until
my knowledge of you
is complete
to see as I jump
over the edge of sanity
the look upon your face
as you follow me
what I would do to you
were you mine. . .

© Johanna Fugitt 2017