... regardless of it being dangerous or of uncertain outcome.

I lick my lips,

and think of you.

Sweat drips down my frame,

but I remain

e n a m o r e d

by your touch,

u n k n o w n.

How I long to f e e l

your hands wrapped
around my every curve,

My inside
and out.

I want to go deep with you
and get lost in your eyes
(Regardless of their lies)

I imagine your sweat tastes like nectar,
s w e e t e r than I have ever known.

Wrap your legs around mine,
and reap the seeds you've s o w n.