Desire (& not the street car.)

I feel it surge through my body, the need to be touched by you. The urge to have you explore my body with your hands, sends waves to my brain that stops all rational thinking. My thoughts start forming in pictures. Your hands, my thighs. Your tongue, my neck. Your lips, my shoulder blades. Your belt, my button. Your shirt, my pants. STOP. I shake my head clear the clouds that are forming. I have to stop your touch form making me hazy. But your hand trailing down my back and my body on alert. Hyper sensitive to your touch, my body arcing closer to you because I can't get enough. You breath and my lungs try to match your rhythm. I shiver with anticipation with each kiss. My body reacting before my mind catches up. I try to stop myself but I have forgotten how to think straight. My goal becomes you, on top of me, under me, in me. I can't stop the desire in flows in my veins quicken my heartbeat. I can see us entangled in the bedsheets. My body reaching the highest peak. You causing me to sing your name like the highest praises. My toes curled, my hands grabbing what they can find, me and you have been all the way and beyond in my mind. I smile and kiss you and try to clear my mind because if I keep going like this I be mind fucking you all the time.