Something Old: Enjoy

I'm feeling her, who's feeling me.
Raw passion but we often disagree.
Through her private nature you'd never think a moan would escape her lips, aghhhhh sssss, so deep.
My urge to kiss her drives me crazy.
As her lips move I daydream, about taking her to my room to drive her crazy.
Days seem like weeks.
When I see her face I feel extremely at peace.
The smile on her face makes me really weak.
Show her pearly whites and she's got me.
Right where she want me, deeper than she thinks.
I try to show her me in subtle means. Cater to her when it's just her and me. Feed her, relieve her, deliver her every given immediate need.
Goodbyes are so hard I never really want her to leave.
Last night I wasn't sleep and she got up up leave.
Sorta weird how instantaneously I reached for her as she was trying to leave. Hmmmmmm, interesting.
What if my desire becomes my reality? Something worth considering!