Lips…stop moving toward his torso
Lady…stop crying down my inner thighs; stop secreting his name
Body…stop calling him
Stop begging the universe to speed ahead time
so you can make love to him
Yes, you want his body to shiver as he mouths your name
into the ears of dawn
You want his manhood to swell inside of you and make your walls contract
You want to smell his sex
And taste his love
Expose his passion
Satisfy his curiosity
Yes, Yes, Yes
You want him to ingest your sweetness
His fingers to trace your areolas
his hands to massage your rear-end
Skin, begging for his aroma to seep in
Legs, longing to wrap around him, his waist
His shoulders
You want his mouth to suckle your breasts
His fingers to find solace inside of you
You want to feel the tip of his penis
In the back of your throat
Make him growl!
So he will make you sing
*sigh…
But time says the hour has not arrived
And so…we wait…
© 2011 India Clark
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