The many ways I now look upon your slumberous body, I realize that I hold more lust inside that I could have ever imagined. I have always been desiring the luscious taste and warmth your gorgeous curves could possibly hold onto my every attempt in satisfying your sexual and sensual craving, though never touching the thoughts that scour through my mind at the speed of thousands of sensory lights might intravenously submerge into your mind. My lust is to make love to you as no other man might have ever made love upon your gracious body. I see you fully clothed as you were upon entering the room and noting the slumber upon which you fell upon, only moments before my arrival. The cool air of the room could not save my from the thickness of every breath I breathed, for I was in awe of your vulnerability.
I kiss you ever so gently on your ruby red lips, hoping for a response, yet fearing rejection from you, and you awaken and smile at me. I cup the side of your face with my left hand as I steady myself, weaving from the weakness of my knees and the pressure upon which my hormones just grew. I kiss your lips again, only with more passion than before. You moan, as a signal to which you wanted and desired me as much as I you. I move to your neck with my tongue as my hand found its way to your breast. I move my other hand to the bottom of your shirt and submerge it underneath to find your bared breast and hardened nipple with my fingers.