Tasting lust

I come up behind you to feel you,

each breath you make,

each gasp for more.

To feel your rose skin,

scent of sin on you,

I am ready to die.

Hands cup your flesh,

breasts warm as flames,

hell becomes my dream.

Your neck has my name,

heart holds my desire,

lust fills my mouth.

Tongue feeling each inch,

making my way to my knees,

reaching new heights in you.

Hearing you scream,

facing your image,

bound in my arms.

Falling deeper inside,

legs open you prepare,

tasting lust in your thighs.

Drench me with water,

fill me with pain,

make me your sin.

Burn away with me,

you are my passion,

pleasure becomes us.

Wrap around me your flesh,

bodies become one,

take me, I am yours.











Johnny Newell