The Look
By: Toni Whisenant
I see the Look
Hidden deep in Your eyes.
That maddening Look
Of a passionate prey.
The Look You get when
Push comes to shove
And the only thing to release
That pent up frustration
Is all You need from Me.
And I from You.
Tangled into one another,
Mangled sensations wrack
Our bodies, Our souls, Our spirits.
Transforming them into One for
One brief instance.
That moment of Pure,
Sensual,
Sexual,
Erotic
Blissfulness.
A gift from Me to You,
And You to Me.
I see the Look You give me
When I see into those eyes
Filled with Incredible Lust
And Insensible Infatuation.
That Look that I crave
When I hear Your name.
When I see Your face.
All I want.
All I need.
All I fantasize about
Is You.
The Thrill,
Fulfilling,
Incomprehensible,
Insatiable,
Unplanned Lust
You bring to My doorstep.
Take me as Yours
And Yours alone.
Again this Gift of
Ravenous Lust
Is Yours for the taking.
I feel the Look You sear
Right into My mind.
I try to imagine Naught but You,
Although My attempts
Have failed indiscreetly.
You're seducing Look,
And malevolent ways,
And ultimate sense of need
Keeps me in the deepest realms
Of Insane.
Our not-so-subtle
Lustful,
Passion-stricken,
Intense,
Labyrinth
Of sincere pleasure
Turns My world around.
And all this Lust and
Ravenous Hunger for
The Gift I give and recieve
Come from The Look
You give me.