A lustful gift to thee
She lays upon a loose tangled rug of red cloth
late stoned nights
lost in dark moments of sensual sound
her words seem unreal
Touch yourself
she whispers, watching
'Feel your hand, your fingers
she senses the smoothness of her skin
as her fingers slide upon her body
caress the curve of her breast
Look at me, this woman who hungers for you.
She opens dark eyes
heavy with lust
her fingers
feeling her
she breaths
I want to feel you, feel your hunger for me
'Fuck Me'
she moans to the darkness
shivering
shaking
urgent
her breath heavy
she watches
the rocking of her breasts
'Fuck me - Fuck me'
her voice urgent
demanding
primitive lust
seizes her body
sends her shuddering
