Tension on the Rise

No need for foreplay,
The tension has been building.
All that matters is touching
And tasting.
I've closed my eyes and imagined
So many times
The feel of you,
Like we've done this before.
The images are no longer enough.
I want the sounds,
The sensations,
The tearing of clothing
In hot impatient fury.
It won't take long for you to rise,
For me to be damp.
I'm in the habit
Of getting wet
When I see your name.
I tease myself with your words.
Engorged and throbbing
For you.
Fingers incapable
Of taking your place.
I must be sated.
I will be your paradise,
Your warm home.
My eyes hold promises
Of lust and adoration.
My hips already swaying,
Grinding
At the thought of you.
I want it all!
Your worshipful eyes,
Your playful smile,
Wandering hands,
Curious tongue,
Dirty mind...
ALL of you
All over me, in me, on me.
I don't want to wait anymore.
This heat consumes me.
The tension still building.
I must have my release.
So impossible
Without your body beneath me,
Or rising above.
My legs spread wide in welcome
As you drive into me,
Driving me mad out of control.
Taking me to new levels of pleasure...  
We know it is more than we can take,
but we will never get enough.