Longing

I could help it, but why try - I know, the more intelligent evolved animal, right, but an animal none the less.

The visibility of my once flaccid extremity reveal's the salacious nature of my thoughts. Vivid, intense preoccupation with adhesive bodies wrapped in the perspiration of euphoric passion. The windows to my sinful soul wander with purposeful wonder over the full extent of this sultry presence; consuming gluttonously every inch of gorgeous bare skin. Light dancing on every curve, blinding, paralyzing my senses, sending me deeper into hungry thoughts of twisted drenched vessels of unadulterated desire.

These sensual proclivities designed with such unassuming deliberate intent as to disarm and render a man to a heap of quivering wanting flesh.

Oh! What do I have to do to be enveloped between those limbs; what must I do to stay. What do I do to feel that warm, wet...Ahhhhh!!!