Yearning

I wanted intimacy, 

you and me

Just fucking, 

sucking each other slowly

Without liquid to interrupt the sips of syrup

Dripping water 

formed to erupt

Conduct, yourself in the manner which is reasonable

Capable stumbles rumble in my belly

Do not fuck with me unless I undress myself

In front of my aureoles but the gravity

Of the reality is that in actuality you misinterpret

My actions. You assume that I crave a love

So deep that the ocean would be jealous

But I crave a fuck so deep that your dick would be envious.