Urge.

I have tasted those of the tender persuasion
a sweet and tangy sensation
that melts away the timidity of lips
While these hands guided rolling hips


I have watched wide eyes roll
As I watched dreams be made whole
Supple skins have filled my searching palm
Whispered words make wails whimper and go calm


I have seen dampened hair stick to moistened skin
The line between two quickly made thin
Mesh of skin and sweat and spit
Something pure in the dirtiness of it


I have smelt the faint traces of soft scent
that leave a searched memory content
Knowing of a past that was satisfactory
A moment in time between Aphrodite and me.