Longing

A yearning of his promises

I yearn for his touch,

the promise of his warm embrace

his lips upon mine, slow and gentle.



I ache for his skin,

the pledge of his hungry being

intertwined in a dance, slow and gentle.



I desire for his breath,

the give of his sweet masculine smell

total peak of satisfaction reached, slow and gentle.



I want for his heart,

the declaration of his endless love

as we grow as one, together, slow and gentle.