You would know why I've come. Theres never a need to say,

"Gin, I've come to drink you away"

From the very beginning I knew you were as lustful as I am passionate. No doubt you would trade your soul for my body. When you touch me it lingers so long on my dark, sensitive skin, I wonder if it will burn for a lifetime, anxiously waiting "sweet raindrops" to cool my scorched soul.

You always reach for me, knowing I will kiss you passionately, furiously, as my full lips and tongue drink of yours, your mouth an offering, over and over again, and only for me.

You are not timid, fearful, or nervous. My caresses hypnotize you, as I touch your neck, pausing at the hollow places; running my fingers through your soft, sweet hair. I stroke your hips, your stomach; never touching the secret place you hide. Yes, only for me

Like a shadow, my hands gently trail down your neck to your lower back, and below. You begin to shiver with pleasure.

Oh, how hungry you are, but I always know youre not truly ready until your breathing is desperate and shallow so erotic to me. Your quiet moans turn to pleading gasps. We are raptured only in the present to enjoy every sense; to capture every moment until we can no longer endure such a coupling.

And so we go, on an on .

Sighing deeply, I turn my head from you, no longer able to bear your primal eroticism, without touching you; without tasting you. Because I know, no matter when I come to you, no matter how long I stay, when the time arrives for me to leave, you lay in half-darkness -- at last awake. I can only look deeply at you, speaking to you in a our language.

I know I will have to turn my eyes to avoid your tears, leaving you to sting with my heat; seeking relief.

You whisper, always, your words ripping and tearing away at me,

"Please dont leave me in this virgin bed alone"

Glancing back at you one last time, I resist my passion.

Yes, tonight I will let you sleep.

M Wyatt