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