Desire I need to feel the touch
Of your hands;
Of your feet;
Of your lips;
Of your loins.
I need you
Tonight.
I need to hear your voice.
To feel your breath on my skin,
The heat of your body against mine.
To hear the beating of your heart
As I rest my head on your chest.
I need you to take me to our special place;
A place where self ceases to be important.
Where two meld into one, yet more than one.
Where all is touch, and sweat, and scent, and Motion.
Where speech is no longer words and ideas
But feeling, longing, and desire – and touch is speech.
I need to feel you; the softness of your skin.
To feel the blood rush to your nipple, as I tease it
With fingers, tongue and teeth.
To feel your body respond to my touch.
The inrush of breath as I find yet another
place of pleasure for you.
Hold me.
Caress me.
Fill that void deep inside my being
Where once cold loneliness and self-doubt held sway,
But in the warmth of your sun, your beauty,
The coldness melts, and self-doubt folds into itself
Until they are no more.
My only desire, that I may do for you
What you do for me.
I need you
Tonight.

I need you. Tonight. I need your strength. I need your tenderness. I need your touch. I need you. Tonight.