every time I think of you, the heat of your body draws you in my hands

your hazel eyes the color of the earth deep and lovely

every time I think of you are the lust for the hot kisses

to autumn laughs, to winter nights

every time I think of you, my longing touches your body

my fingers stretch slide up your evocative skin

every time I think of you the eroticism of your eyes

they are the lubricant, the food for my dreams

I like you, I go up for your wet skin

when you rub your beach before I make you spill

like the waves

I like you to the flirtatious fragrance of your body

to the perfumed silhouette of your hair

to the mischief of your intentions