Naked Soul

You’re like a rainy afternoon on a sunny day; always wet and warm.

I love the way you lick the lust from my lips before you moan in my ears. I love the way your hands are never idol, the way they move up and down while we exchange stares.

Your body is a vessel I use to transmit messages from my soul to yours. In my strokes I profess my commitment, on your skin I describe my affection and with my lips I promise forevers in languages only tongues can confess.

You are a temptation, a seductress. Even with an occupied mind, I make time for thoughts of you. Your scent is a toxin I intake before I let you blind my judgment and give into your whims.

Whims you portray in our secluded moments or crowded escapades; whims behind that smile that finds pleasure in leading my fingers under tables while making conversation, behind the creative ways you make use of ties and bath robes as restraints and blindfolds.

You’re like a rainy afternoon on a sunny day; always wet and warm. I’m like a sinner seeking salvation, always awaiting your baptism.