My mind is conflicted
by two equally
cravings that I desire.
I stare at you, I
can't decide if I should
******* reckless
without limitations,
leaving you sore for
days, so you can
remember me or make
sweet, gentle love to
you, letting our bodies
get lost in passion
as, they leisurely dance
between the sheets
all night as you enjoy
the slow and endless
pleasure of making love
to me and I kiss you
deep and drive my
tongue and delve all
the way inside your
mouth as I take control
making you feel me
in your soul
coming undone.
Jon York 2019