Thoughts of Passion Spent

He sits alone and thinks of her
Of kisses spent over her naked skin
Of nights of passion and unbridled pleasure
Of the throaty cries swallowed by his kiss
The feel of curves under his fingers
Molding themselves to his touch
She is held in his lovers thrall
Being taken to the brink of mindlessness
Crashing back sated yet he starts again
Honey sweet coats his tongue
Holding her fast he feasts on all she is
Taking in her perfume and taste
Watching as she opens to his hunger
Needing to be part of her
Inside of her enveloped by passions heat
Knowing the rapture to be had
As she holds him tight
Feeling the rise of her hips against him
The slide of slick bodies
Hes smiles and watches as she bites her lip
He knows the signs and builds the tempo
She arches to his wondrous touch
Please Please
She locks to him and he remembers how lost he was in her passionate embrace
His woman moaned her pleasure to him and he roared his release
The kiss was of  passion, of tenderness,  of things to come again