Holy crap this is so rofl /sensual/…hopefully it doesn't sound too much like bad p0rn prose, *facepalms*
YEAH! SEXUAL FRUSTRATION!
Dangerous crimson fruit dipped in honeyed lacquer,
A sweetness only hiding burning passion within.
"For dessert – what are we having today?" You ask,
A secretive smile and smirk.
Such is the sound of the word that lingers on the lips
Like the aftertaste of sweet after-the-rain-kiss.
A questioning look from him, then the all familiar laugh.
"All right then. A surprise it is."
What is for dessert tonight?
The unanswered question, he acts so coy
Quite unlike himself – but interesting; quite refreshing
Perhaps this little bird has finally spread its wings
And taken the first step to the gates of ardour.
The slender curvature of his back, wisps of hair gathered at the nape
No answer, but the brief nod of your head
I wonder, what you have up your sleeves; so meanwhile
I shall sit here and watch,
My little muse
The songs of larks that fly from his lips
Of melodies sweet and mellifluous
Surely there is none more honeyed than the voice of the angels
Radiance of a moonlit night, the pale beauty
Exuded, the midnight silk from the emperor's tapestries
No, more like
An exotic nightingale no longer constrained
To the golden locks and fetters of the adoration of the masses
For you are mine now,
Completely, solely, the soul, the heart and the mind
Let me sink in this selfishness for just a moment now -
They say this feeling is far reaching
Conquering lands and foreign fields, to communicate across an immense distance
Passion and prey
Protection and providence
I do not believe
And never believed that such a thing could catch hold of this heart
And grab it so tightly, bound to one place
This wandering heart – this small boy would ever take me
Take me and kiss me so gently and tenderly with lips of cherry
Till the calls of the Wild and coaxing Nature ceased to a standstill.
In my eyes, all I see is you.
Entrusting this poor heart to you
I beg you, take good care of it
Is it possible that such fruit can hold a craving and hunger so fleshly?
Sensuous and carnal
This electrified tension in the air
As if the mere brush of your hand could set my nerves on fire;
Is it too much to ask that I want for more?
A ripe luscious cherry
Ready to be eaten, popped in one's mouth so easily
Let us share a cherry kiss like once before
Cherry pie, cherry seed and core
Kiss me, kiss me – just a little more.
A delight of cherry
And scarlet cherry pie
"Dessert tonight, it's that, right?"
Aromatic pastries and flavorful sweets, but temptation does not entice
When the allure of something sweeter seduces.
Whirling the boy away, let us dance in step and rhythm.
And the closure of twin lips, fervent warmth and twining of tongues
That beget the sensation heavenly
Begin the dance of passion tonight, my love.
The pie will have to wait.
Hoyay...all the way.