Opium
The touch that sends you over the edge,
Dying for want of more
Needing the pleasure derived from his physical contact

The needing that presents itself as he pulls you closer, taking what he wants
The lust in his movements as he undresses you
The feeling of anticipation as he struggles with your bra strap
That satisfaction as he looks over you
Craving introduces itself as you pull of his shirt,
Even more so as he unbuttons your pants

The desire that grips you as you stretch to make your lips meet his
The spark of pleasure that flares as he pulls you closer
That confidence instilled by his moan of pleasure as his body shakes with the expulsion of his bliss,
sliding down your throat

(Ahem)