Craving Necessity

I crave you
those chocolate mountains with
the perfect kiss of a peak
I yearn to climb until I
hear that tremble when you breathe
Those curves and hills
that appear too dangerous to drive
for the inexperienced, yes
for someone with motor skills
and that high level of precision
to maneuver those curves
gripping the road so right
wheels squeal
engines roar
I will make your body feel more than alive
while you have the curves
I will show you the best way to ride
I thirst for your valley
I thirst for that waterfall
that continuous ecstasy of squeezing
and drenching
those moments when the body
becomes tense
and releases all the stress
those moments when the jungle
hears the screams
prey versus predator
yet this is not the hunt
this is the conquest
and much more
 but nothing less
rhythmic drums pounding in our minds
through our spirits
all we feel are the pulses
the universe is the ones who hear it
for each time we connect
we put other bonds on notice
those lacking one as a whole
pay attention
I desire your beauty
I crave the pleasing of you
and living as many moments as possible
inside of our intimacy
your body drives me crazy
I will not deny that
just looking at your curves
your skin
your eyes
your lips
I have to mentally hold myself back
looking at you sometimes
I just want to attack
clothes in shreds
hair a mess
furniture in a state of disarray
pure temptation
by your voice
your touch
the way that you walk
how you make those hips sway
your personality
your greatness you carry
the growth you continue to achieve
makes loving you
passionately
more than a craving

it is a need

 

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