Longing look for love

Awaiting on our bed she looks into me,

yearning for a touch of who I am.

For her I would do whatever she asks,

with those eyes it is made clear.

Not a word spoken she calls me,

into her arms I am forced by lust.

Touching her skin my tongue tastes her fire,

burning to ashes to feel her so hot.

All is forgotten in this instant,

each kiss showering my soul.

Realm of ecstasy entwined in light,

peeling back what remains on her body.

Kissing her thighs softly finding,

rivers of desire breaking delight.

All is left behind as I slowly release my weight,

gently sliding into her life crashing waves.

Longing becomes needing in her eyes,

spoken clearly my passion becomes her pain.

First penetration felt moans breaking,

feelings end emotions take over.

Nails in my back legs around me,

taking back what was lost in her eyes.

A tear falls softly this discovery,

pushing sweetness tasting bitter.

Hard am I for her this moment,

making what was meant to be.

Seeing now past her eyes is love,

a longing only we can bear.

Looking out endless darkness,

candle of purity stolen inside.









Johnny Newell