Your body takes ever gasp of breathe from me
Watching you as you walk across the soft carpet
But Gods, your muscles rippling under your tall form make me hunger
In a trance
And you come to a stop infront of me, that wicked smile working along side with those dark, promising eyes
My mouth waters
My tounge begging to taste ever sensual inch of you
Tell me a story, Akri
Well me of the hours spent staring into space and time and wishing that we could sing for the world to hear
Take me
Show me who you are and who we could be
Show me where we stand and where we need to be
Show me you heart
But please, whatever you do....
Don't show