Desire

Frenetic in my need
To touch you
Gently at first
Increasing in desire
More insistent
Discovering every inch
All those places
Rarely touched
Rarely kissed
Hidden depths of you

Impish Muse

Impish smile backed by impish thoughts,
Eyes twinkling with mirth and mischief
Playfully calling out with words alight
On the wind.

Calling to me with inimitable spirit
Begging, pleading, the desire evident
Teasingly pulling out the good in me
A lovely muse.

Needing the touch of my fingertips
Dancing on bare skin, the scent of her
Beguiling my senses and driving me
To the precipice.