Prowl

Addicted to the thrill of new lips
Unwrapping a body whose curves lay waiting to be known
I crave your beauty as yet untasted
My fingertips long for the planes of your face
The possibility your legs are meant to be tangled with mine
Hastening the pressing of my body to yours
Encased in the cool smooth of satin sheets
The breathless sound of your culmination in my mouth
Clinging desperately to my shoulders
The way you pull me to you
Needing to possess all of my self
Have me selfishly as I will have you
Surrender to me
Brand me with your kiss