The Way You Kiss

You got me all stirred up. I feel obsessed. I feel like this love and lust I have for you is out of control, like a fire with no ice. My inner volcano grumbles and I have to fly to the top of the ice cap just to put my head back on.

You're perfect, and you know it. From those strong manly legs to your muscular forearms. From that perfectly shaved or unshaved face to the golden wisps of sexy hair falling around your face.

But what's the most tantalizing view is when I seel you touch someone or kiss someone. I feel like I'm going to faint. I am straining my brain to keep my composure.

Your lips look so soft, so tender, and wet, and I want to kiss them forever.

Your hands looks so beautiful, and strong, and I want them to touch me forever.

Your eyes shoot at me like bullets, showing me every emotion that I've known also.

And I can't get you out of my mind.

I've tried.

I keep thinking, could I please you with my kiss?

Could my body make you happy even for just a short time?

Could I be the one that you kiss like that?

It's my deepest fantasy. You're with me almost every day.

Alone, I am with you, and the depths of the ocean

and the heights of the mountain,

only know the secrets of the fires I feel for you

or the ice I must keep to tame my passion down.