Erotic Thursday

Desire

I think of you every night
I think of you every day
I think of you every hour

I look for you inside of me in my deep warm desire
I try to find you in the spams of my hips
I try to find you in my racing heart beat,
in the sweat that runs down to the heat

I hear you scream in the peak of my moans
I can almost smell your scent as you come