Insatiable

Come inside and play with me,

Let's do something wrong;

You look delicious in that dress,

And my, those legs are long. 

So luscious, darling - every curve

So perfect - every nook,

Come a little closer, love;

Let's get a better look.

The thinnest wall of fabric

between me and paradise;

So easily it peels away,

And my, your skin is nice.

So soft and smooth beneath my hands,

My lovely little toy,

Perhaps a kiss upon your tummy

To fill your skin with joy?

And what of my accursed hands

Wandering on their own?

Memorizing every inch,

I hear you gasp and moan.

Put your lovely hands on me

And coax my bliss awake

Have me as you wish, my love --

My pleasure's yours to take.

My fingers dig into your hips

And pull you onto me

Your breath is halted by the sound

Of sudden ecstasy. 

You have so much energy;

Insatiable indeed,

Grinding, slamming, hours on end,

Uncompromising need.

Your pleasure hits its highest peak,

You shove and moan and squeal;

My own rushes to meet you there,

My body hard as steel.

Lying in the afterglow, 

Free of stress or pain,

Playing with your sun-spun hair...

You whisper, "More. Again."

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.