"Crumble"
Sticky lips hover teasingly over my skin
She knows the beast she stirs
And still she waits
The room is thick with her scent
And I inhale deeply
Enjoying
Lilacs and lust
I want her touch
But I will not beg
I tremble
But not because of the grey cold of morning
We are both too heated for that
My body aches
As she moves around me
Ever so careful avoiding any contact
Why won’t she end this silly game?
She needs release
I can feel her want
I need her…
Release
My eyes close
And I can see her devil smile
My eyes open
As her taunting soft laughter tickles my spine
Damn her and her need to control
My will breaks
And our bodies meet
She gasps with a victorious yes
Robert Lloyd