BREATHLESS

Mesmerized by the scent of you has me in a trance; I'm rapt around the image of your body and the yearning that makes me cry. Give it to me, over and over again, isolated by desire and the passion that burns inside, rushing through my thighs. Oh how I long for the warmth of your flesh, and drowning by the juice of your fountain, harder and harder, the wounds in your back a sign of perfection as you leave me here content; breathless wanting more, my appetite increasing as I ride in for more.