your pants are just a pause
my fingers linger on
it’s what’s beneath
I want
I take my time
watching you adjust
to this new lust
that I’ve brought on
my fingers find your moans
and stroke your happiness
it’s what I long to hear
whenever we are near
ahh my dear.. yes
I want what is between your thighs
but you must realize
it’s your heart I really seek
and though your moans
may leave you weak
I seek to make you sigh
and I can tell you why
the pleasure is all ours
hours and hours of ours
C. S. Fox