Staring From That Chair
You have me with the way you sit in that chair. Looking to me and giving such a heavy stair. Our thoughts connecting as one on a gambit of things. Pleasant of which for the both of us as to what is making our smiles sing. Nothing false about it with your way of maneuvering yourself into position with me. Gentle with your smile and the placement of your hand on mine for us to be. Knowing that if we could meet face to face with our lips it would all be undone. Passion would consume the both of us as we would place our bodies together in becoming one. The taste of your tongue would be well worth it for me alone. No haste would you be in feeding my body your bone. Your hot breath washing over mine. Deeper in passion as we entwine. Your beads of sweat and how they would tingle my body into a pulsating frenzy. As you fill me with yours and believe me it would be more than plenty. Instead here we are with just our connecting stare. With the way you have me just sitting in that...