Nocturnal Endeavors

Ever since the other night,
Can't sleep unless, I hear your voice,
When I do, it does excite,
My heart beats, and I rejoice.

My soul is screaming out for more,
Of your sweet kisses on my lips,
When you comply, my senses soar,
My hands gripping at your hips.

I gasp and then I arch my back,
As your hands run down my sides,
Harder and harder it seems to track,
All the spots your hand resides.

I moan at the feather-light touch,
Of your mouth against my skin,
Never thought I could feel this much,
Pleasure as good as sin.

I loudly cry out your name,
As your fingers find my thigh,
To me it seems my skin's aflame,
And you don't even have to try.

I see the hunger in your eyes,
As you start unbuttoning my shirt,
Your ears echo with my cries,
Which your mouth does soon divert.

As your teeth find my nipple,
The room fills up with my begs,
This pleasure's but a ripple,
To the liquid heat between my legs.

Your fingers slide inside of me,
Parting through my folds,
Pumping in and out of me,
Like you've just struck gold.