Don't Look At Me Like That

Don't Look At Me Like That!

Don't look at me like that!

For its excitement spoils me.

But why should I blame you?

You are the queen of my heart

And the master of my dreams.

Do not give me the look that

Turns me into your drooling slave.

Although I don't mind being so

For I receive all the love I crave.

Your tender touch and soft kisses 

Tantalizes me for wanting you

More and more, more than ever.

I know why you entice me

With that look playing in your eyes.

You yearn for my touch as well

On your soft and supple skin.

You long for the kisses I lay on you

Covering every inch of your frame.

Underneath your skin, you want

That ecstasy kindled everyday

From dusk until dawn, which is

Doused during the long and

Uneventful hours of the day.

You want to feel the warm clutch

Of my hands on your thick and

Plump haunches followed by

The press of my chest against

Your glorious breasts because

You never feel so alive unless you

Open your eyes wide until those

Pupils are dilated and heave sighs

Of whispering moans that pierce

My ears with the words "Give it to me!"

The rush of adrenaline caused by

Your sizzling impulses for the ultimate

Thrill of the long awaited night is

Sparked by the intense fire of my lust,

Sets ablaze every strand of fabric

That has personified you - as a way

Of setting a royal stage for both

Of our bodies trembling in hunger

To engage in a grand ritual of love.

December 22, 2020