Your scent flows through the air
Like poison through my veins.
Your eyes are the perfect shade of blue
To cause immeasurable pain.
Your hands, in the most intimate of places,
Tend to burn like fire.
And your voice has just the right amount of lust
To fuel this pointless desire.
When you press your lips against mine
It takes away my breath.
And when your tongue explores unknown places
It causes a little death.
You venture deep inside of me.
I can't help but moan.
I got lost in your brand of pleasure.
I'll never find my way home.
I need another hit to still
This crawling of my skin.
I'll do anything to quench this thirst.
You are the sweetest poison.
I love how you make this sound as though it's an addiction. Because sometimes, it can be. I certainly didn't get any 'love' feelings from this. It was more of a 'lust' expression, as if it's wrong, but you can't help but have it, then you have it, and can't help but want more of it. Again...like a drug. Great work :)