Deja Vu From My Lover

I excite him...like the charge a child gets from an ice cream cone...
I excite him...like a youngster who yearns to be grown...
I...excite...him.

Is he to old to sometimes simply lose control?
Cause he just wants to drop drown to his knees and
plead with me to abuse his soul.
I make him want to cry just to see if the tears come
and he envisions my tongue tasting each drop one by one.

He wants me to tie him up and torture him...with kisses
cause this is the first time he wants to get as good as he gives.
He wants to convulse, he wants to shudder, he wants to scream out my name
and do all the things a man's not supposed to do to keep his cool.

I make him want to get high and meditate
so he can prolong the spiritual and mental state he's in
when he's in my presence.

Pleasantries abound when he imagines worshipping my womb,
cause in full bloom I give him life.
He wants me beneath him
He wants to feel my breath in his ear to remind him
to inhale my full sexuality
cause the reality of this bliss is the road may not be his forever.

So he does whatever he can to get through to me and
let me know that he is enjoying my time immensely.

© 2005