I Dream in French

Fingers twitch and grab onto the sides of my chair.
Looking at you from across the room, I simply stare.
My cheeks begin to flush into a heated red.
Shifting memories from the room to the bed.
Smoldering thoughts run through my head.

I feel heat overwhelm my body.
I see you staring quite so haughty.
An electric pulse runs up through my thighs.
If only I knew what thoughts were in your mind.
You bite your soft male lip.
Hinting at me, a seductive tip.
We ditch the room and head to yours.
We gently close the lover's doors.

Your fingers run along my neck to fiddle with my hair.
You grasp my locks roughly with your intensifying stare.
Against the wall I'm placed and I feel you oh so near.
The sounds of you breathing are so seductive to hear.
I'm gasping for air as your kisses caress my neck.
As if you're stealing my breaths with each gentle peck.
Calmly you grasp me up into your arms.
I'm simply seduced by your forbidden charms.
Pupils dilate, matching with my pounding heart.
Goose bumps take over my flesh when my legs do part.
My ruffled dress slides up my legs by your brilliant hands.
I feel a heated rush of desire I know your body demands.
Your eyes, so intense, pierce through into mine.
With craving passion you grip my thighs, wall against my spine.
Hot and throbbing, I know it even before I feel.
You desire my desires. The euphoria is real.
I feel the rush as he pushes in.
If this is lust, it's my favorite sin.

I could tell you what comes next
But that's not poetry, that's just sex.

I Dream in French.........