How the heart desires the warmth,
Of bodies pressed together.
Oh, sweet siren call of lust,
The touch, the hands that tether.
My body, lean and sensuous
Is wild and soft and free.
Both men and women yearn to touch
Every inch, every ounce of me.
The hands caress my face and then
They move from head to shoulders,
Embrace my back, and ‘round to breast
And down to where it smolders.
Some soft, some firm, the fingers play
A song at that low place.
Upon the region Eros knows.
For explosions I must brace!
I must hold on, I cannot take
The ultimate delight.
I must hold on, must breathe, must wait,
Until the time is right.
No words describe my feelings as
The sweet release draws nigh.
Soon, very soon, I will give up
Myself, my soul, my cry.
Finally, yes blissfully,
The hands will gently trail
From end to tip, the fluffy length
Of my romantic tail.