I want you in all those dirty ways
The sweaty, slippery, state of immediate response
Dreaming of the delicate trace of your tongue
My body craves the pressure of yours
Completely fulfilled yet still needing more
Your hand creeps up my spine
A handful of hair at the nape of my neck
Where is a question I still haven’t mastered
Passion so thick is hangs in the room
Take your chance and I’ll take it all