Licking my Brain

I see an image.
The mental clouds of the day shift and part.
Before me is a wet dream image filling me up with need.
Daring eyes, hiding the real truth.
But smiling more than her sin painted lips.
Her hair, free and wild. Like a storm I want to ride.
Delicious skin and porn star nails.
Her neck draws me first.
But I am carnal, and I feed on the whole view.
Slim, sexy and well formed.
She’s made to play.
I start to imagine how easily I’ll move her.
Sweet breasts in some hinting lingerie
The form flows lower, drawing me close.
The part I know I need is still not shown.
I’ll tear my way to it. To her.
And her sweet ass, wonderfully displayed.
Then the legs shock their way into my mind.
My body tightens to their silky smooth encasing.
Touched off with heels to kill.
I see this.
But my mind clouds again.
And just wanting isn’t enough,
To make steam from my flame.
Only the flesh made slave will free my blood.
And I will use and take and serve.
The day means nothing without its dark side.
And smiles and thinking are fakes without the kiss.