Summary
When I look at you are poetic words painting vivid images of passion and desire! It is a woven a tapestry of longing and sensuality of love intertwined with lust and passion.
When I look at you, you definitely bring out the hunter gatherer in me. As I hold you in my arms, I simply want to melt you inside of me.
Being with you is truly an up taking in the most exquisite places. Like a wonder flare in the making and a fountain of seductions just right for drinking.
The pin and paper are obsolete but kissing up and down your legs is a never-ending treat. I swung from a cliff and fell into a hole, and I remember every depression in the pillow folds.
Once upon a time I lost my mind when you bent over and let me know you from behind.
My mission is to be your mission as I explore every curvature that builds upon the other and cover my face in their smoldering forested crater.
I want to lift you up and lay you down and can care less if the table is square or round, because you are profound.
Coating my carbon footprint all over you creating a climate change in you that will burn your earth away, giving you no place else to stay but within my embrace.
I take my time when I speak my mind, being careful to say the wrong things at the right time, just as the bird took the twig and flew away only to realize that she had already built the nest.
Lightening hit the ground creating a blaze and the first campfire is started. A marshmallow is introduced as a tasty compliment with a kiss to your lips as a before dinner morsel.
To shish inside your kabob makes the meal complete and never mind about lighting the candle just ride the one hump camel.
When I look at you, I know that such and such do not need to be specified and just a little is more than enough to raise goosebumps from the clucking duck.
Devouring one brain cell at a time like caramel corn with nuts. Pinned to your hips like a delinquent adhesive but sticking fast to the surface absorbing every bit of nourishment from you.
Climbing the mountain and sailing the sea. The terrain is treacherous. The weather is pleasant. The distance is long. The interval is short. The length is how long it takes to raise your legs to my shoulders. And with that, we are not nearly done.
The greedy may want to eat and the thirsty may want to drink, and it can all be done in the same place, within and in all parts of her whom I look at.