Take Me

I stand by the window..
Looking at the beautiful starry night sky..
Wishing he could feel my ache..
The longing in the pit of my being..
The uncontrollable urge to be taken.
.

Looking back at him laying peacefully..
A small smile on his face as he slumbers..

Off in dreamland he rests..
As I keep looking over his beautiful, manly body.
.
I wonder if he knows how he makes me feel..
I wonder if he knows how his touch makes me shiver..
If he knows how I wish we could be connected forever..
How his kisses melt me into a soaking dripping mess..
How his glance caresses my soul..

Oh how I crave him..
How I yearn for those slow wet trails of kisses across my neck..
How I’m needy for his calloused hands all over my body..
How I hanker for him to take me leisurely..
As if he has all the time in the world..
How I wish for the deep, slow, torturous thrusts..
Looking deep into my soul.. Stealing it away with a simple perusal..
How I desire the slow ascension to the explosion..
Building, and taking us higher with every second..
How I hunger for that sexy, hoarse way he whisper my name..
As we explode into oblivion in each other’s arms..

Oh how I need to be taken..

6 thoughts on “Take Me

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    insatiable sexual appetite, desires and yearnings

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