I Mean To Have It

No more impression,
Lets strip down to the truth,
And speak the language,
Of wordless tongues.
I dreampt of the naked conversations,
Your Angel afterglow in the morning sun.
What you do that triggers my heart,
Loading a deadly but sensitive gun.
This man can only take so much tease,
Filled loins need ease of natural poison.
Nothing guards but your leg locked vault,
Never could think all this work to be fun.

What may seem like an attack,
A lip locked struggle,
Arms, legs, and body wrestle for control of top,
Lustful possession,
Makes us think with minds not our own,
Seeking the treasure of induced pleasure,
Giving in to the euphoric peak then abruptly stop.
I look into a beautifully triumphant face,
Before folding into your warming embrace.