Babe

You tease me and you taunt me, you call me babe

you know that it makes me melt.

I adore your desire for me, your lust

because I share the same.

Wrapped in your arms, pressed against the wall

desire, it floods my body, and I cannot even compare,

I cannot even decipher, all I know is how I need you

how I lust for you, day after day.

Whisper my name, tame my heart, my desire

you know how to make me crawl and beg

I want to be wrapped in your comfort

to know that you really do care.

Tell me I am not a booty call

even if I am……

Allow me the fantasy…..the belief that I am special

wrap me in your arms,

love me in our own fashion,

please don’t make me crawl.

Making me Yours

You draw a finger along the shape of my cheek,

cupping my face with tender hands

Breathing deeply the scent that I wear

your lips barely touching mine.

I desire, I want, I need.

You back me to the wall, using your presence as a barrier

and I groan with desire.

You capture my mouth in yours, possessing me

claiming what you want, what you desire, what you have earned.

Knees shake unable to support me

as I collapse into your arms.

You carry me forward and drop me on the bed

as I watch from lidded eyes.

There is no explanation required;

as you drop down next to me.

All we have is this time, this now

take me and make me yours.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

March 16/17