My Rhythm

Tasting the lips of inebriation and hearing the voice of temptation.
I search the traces of your body with lustful intentions, 
 calculating the sum of time wasted.
In sudden daydreams over clear and present "what could Be's".
My eyes read the script your body writes.
Directed on the next move to make.
Conversation slows the time that pass.
Playing with emotions, friends migrate. Sweating into lovers, slow and intensely.
Nights of conversions, myndless vocalization transformed.
Into sweating and heavy breathing, feeling the depths of your walls.
I paint my own interpretations of pleasure, pleasure captured in your face.
Muscles tighten as nails bury themselves, into the wetness of my back.
Flexing at the movements of My Rhythm....