sterlingrose

NEEDS

Your skin glows soft against the sheets and I know it will taste of silk and heated lust.
I look into your heavy lidded eyes, dark with passion and deep with fathomless trust.
You taste of salt and warmth as I trail my tongue across the curves i know like my own.
As our breaths mingle and sighs entwine I claim your body as mine and take every moan.
You're restless against the soft scrape of my sharp teeth, and you arch against my lips.
You make me want to pin you down in iron control and dig my fingers into pale, writhing hips.
Not for me this time, the flat planes and angled muscles of a masculine body in all its hard glory.
No, I crave the sweet, soft curves of woman, a taste and scent that tells its own special story.
This is the moment I will take with me into the night, in my memory, and all over my body, your scent.
Then, when I come to you again, I will spend an eternity on your body, and draw out each long moment.
Night will be our refuge from the day and all her harsh tasks and mindless cutting words and deeds.
Night will be where we embrace satisfy our rampant hungers and all our deepest, mindless needs.