At the Edge of Desire

I'm on the edge of the wildest desire, in the abyss of my most primitive instincts,on the brink of unimaginable torment;That bitter-sweet feeling that gives my life and prolongs my death: making you mine.That harmless wait makes my avidity grow for knowing every nook of your morphology,that I can no longer bear and neitherI want it to end... because when you're near me, a shot of pleasure occurs in my male member... you provoke a commotion on my skin... and scenes of luxurious lust appear in my mind where the protagonists are you and I:

starting with the sliding of your thongs down through your beautiful and long legs.

I've dreamed that my body, unleashed, accompanies you in a synchronized, rhythmic, intimate, infinite dance...

While contemplating the divine color of your ardent breasts, with all my senses numbed by pleasure...

While assaulting your feminine intimacy with madness, entering and exiting again and again the sanctuary you hide between your divine thighs.

I've dreamed of how your hands climb up my legs, searching hastily, the source of the potions with which I'll flood the mountains and valleys of your ardent female anatomy in love...

How compulsive waves of lust draw on my skin, run along my sex and awaken lewd fantasies that shudder my soul.

I've dreamed of the warm and soft humidity of your lips and tongue sliding across my burning skin, as my manhood is fully absorbed by your mouth...
I lift my hips with a desire to die, to fuse our naked bodies into one... as the scent of desire multiplies and half of my being is embedded in your body.