Never would I have though that I would fall so hard, so fast, not in love, but in lust, yearning, needing his touch. To hear, smell, sense he’s near me, my body throbbing, heat beats and blood rushes inside of me.

I can feel she’s soft, warm, wet, ready for him to enter. To react and respond disregards all I know about right and wrong but how do you ignore a calling so loud, so strong, the presence is real, on my skin, in my ear, hear & feel his breath on my neck. He’s so close, cologne on my clothes. When he leaves, the residue of his presence rest on my skin, my neck, my finger tips, forehead and lips.

It’s something about him, different than the rest, his walk, his talk, he’s a man, the man, that man at best. Why can’t I avoid walking near by him, when he goes  left, I need to go right, I can’t, damn the pull is so strong, infatuation, desire. The yearning to feel him, inside, when he enters she will grab him and hold tight, he’ll stroke and she’ll purr wanting more.  The touches, the looks I can’t help but desire that man, damn that man, he has me on fire