Indulgence

                                    If I were
            to tell you, that I
                                  Wanted a taste
                 of your Desire

would you comply?
      
   Would you c(d)are, my dear
    to indulge in my indulgence?
                    
                Your hair taunts me, the smell like the teasing pleasure
   of your warm skin, its smooth caress againts my arm,
             touching
   me anywhere lights me like a parched paper
           and I,
    would savor every drop of you,                        my soft eyed elixir.
           
               With you, my sweet.
    let there be no more games
         no more sweet talk and compliments
                                 I'll be blunt, straight to the core
                Driving
     I want you now,
                           I wish you were the paper, and I the pen
                stroking over you till you melt
     our kiss the taste of fire, and the flavor of lust.
               Be honest, dont hold it in.
       a flick,
    a bite on the ear, the signal is all I need
                       a passing glance, a nod, a whisper
       and I'll make it a night where you would envy yourself.
               
             There will be no hold, no bedpost, no sheet
                                                  to brace you against each wave
          No matter how hard you bite
                                                         each moan will escape you
     The more you sweat, the
                            easier it is.
                             
            It's easy, but it's not going to stop.
         
                     I'm not indulging in the act
               I'm indulging in your reaction
      
Im going to rouse your inhibitions like a storm, and break them with my breath
        
       It's all about you, and I hunger for it even now
                  I hunger for every gasp to escape your trembling lips
                         The arch of your back
        as I trace every crest and fall with my lips
                 The quake in your hips
        and every breath you try to squeeze in.
                                          The dampness of your skin
                        the tension in your arms as you claw my shoulders
                                 the way you look with the
       moonlight spilled across your bare skin.
                             and the way you will call my name.
                            
  All after the first hour...
                and to me, any time with you never seems
             to move so deliciously slow

      So, tell me, my lovely
                     would you
       Indulge in my indulgence?
              so that I may indulge
             in the taste of you?