From the tips of these Titian curls
To the pink peaks of this soft flesh
You set me ablaze
You melt down my core
This woman your fire

This velvet
Against my skin

This velvet
Dripping its heat

This velvet
Without your body
Merciless, incomplete

Because
The thought of you
This passion for you
Still tear this woman to shreds

Each time we walk away, each time we part, I am lost, lost to myself, to the heat and heart of my desire, bare and adrift in the sensory deep, this body longing, yearning for your landfall, this mind myopic, these lips unable to articulate, this woman finding only darkness in the light.

Somehow, his scent lingers in the cuff, the heady mix of his cologne and his unique musk clinging to the luxurious towelling threads even after their purification in the water and the wind and the hot midday sun, enticing her to inhale deeply this reminder, to draw in his remainder, compelling her supple body to wake, to reach out, to crave his primal urgencies and lingering sensualities anew.

I search for you, wait for you in the night, this body reaching, reaching through the shadows, reaching for the man, the one, for you, this woman crying for the sweet kiss of your heat,
for the communion of our flesh, for the meeting of desire, for the sensual, the lingering,
for the frenzied, intimate embrace, for the shelter, the danger,
for the forbidden pleasures of the midnight dark.

With your gentle touch, you soothe, seduce, you captivate. With your urgency, the force of your lust, you hold me in your palm, immobilise, pin me hard, this woman a willing captive in wait.

She stands tall, she stands strong, she stands weak, riven and complete, alive as she has never been, a poised and slick and shivering contradiction at the mercy of his heat, craving, always craving his sweet touch, his thick, hard, perfecting flesh, longing him to traverse this cruel distance, this cold ticking time, this punishing space, silently pleading him to damn all consequence, to abandon his control, to cede to his passions, to the lust destroying her, to the need consuming them both.

Leave the words behind
For they merely tear us asunder
Give instead your body, your flesh
Grant me the depths of your desire
Forget the limits, the boundaries
Cast the sobering day aside
Come to me, drink me in
Bring on the night

When he speaks, from near and from afar, when he speaks into her fair skin in the dark, when he speaks into the trembling flesh pressed into the cool stucco of the wall, when he speaks the unutterable desire surging, coursing, burning inside her, when he speaks to the passions that render her own soft voice mute, when he speaks her name, the syllables released, caressed by his breath, when he speaks, when he confesses, when his deep and accented rumble admits his body yearns for her touch, his lips for her kiss, his cock for her cunt, when he speaks the words she holds close, she holds dear, when he speaks of her, when he speaks to her, when he speaks this woman is his.