I lost count of how many kisses I had laid,
Of how many hickeys I was responsible for,
Along the landscape of your body,
Yet I continue to slurp and gulp ,
With an occasional heaving,
As I leave my signature everywhere.
I just can't seem to get enough of you,
Seems an unquenchable thirst.
The senses are getting gloomy and dark.
My primal needs are wiring me down,
As I let Lust to feed off me,
My craving is through the roof.
Soon realize how hopeless I've become.
Am not sure about the stars high above,
But sure can count all the pores on you.
Fuck, nothing is more beautiful on a man
Than the exquisite body of a woman.