Instinct

Looking into her deep sensual eyes, you draw her to you
Grasping her arms, gently licking her lips
With just one breath, held by your manhood
You make her arch and moan

With feather like touches
Slow burning kisses
You caress her breasts
Slowly moving down to her stomach
Over her prominent hips
Now between her silky thighs

You undo her belt
You tug on the button
Releasing her from her cotton cage,
Her zipper slowly falls
As your fingers slide down the cold metal confines
They tremble with anticipation

Her heat calls to him
Radiating her every desire
She is yearning, begging,
He knows what she wants

He feels it in his primal thoughts
Primal Urges
It is his primal desire, she is his everything

The anticipation is great
as he slides the smooth cotton trousers to the floor
His face moves down her fresh warm skin
His hands are on his feet
He lifts eyes and gazes upon her world

His magnificiant jaw aches
to know the wonder that it holds

Firm gentle pressure to the back of his head
Her hands rubbing through his thick black hair

As his hands move up her ivory white skin
Her body writhes with pleasure
That has been known by no other