Lust, Desire, and Love
She had been numb walking around in life, in mechanical form. She had nothing left to lose. Other than her mind, which had plunged from a cliff's edge, left dangling by a rope.
This night, was becoming routine, fantasized repeatedly, all while singing praise of pleasure, echoing off the bedroom walls. She wasn’t sure how she would accomplish such a task, going on such little information. No matter, she had to see him, touch him, breath in his masculine scent.
He had become a drug, that entered her veins, something she couldn’t live without. The sting of the needle, burn of the rush, as it mixed with her bodily fluids. It was a craving, the uncoiling, of her inner sex goddess. The feeling gnawing, at her libido, since this particular person, had taken a spot light in her life. With that followed desire, a heated passion that she had always felt for him.
A longing for her cherry lips, to be swollen, from the crash of his lips, on hers. Her skin itched, like an allergic reaction, to be touched, no not touched, but caressed. Her eyes would drink him in, all of his masculine assets, until intoxicated. His muscles, and how they would vibrate, in unison with her own body. Her hair ached to be pulled, to fell a jolt of shock, as if yanked, in the heat of the bedroom room.