Standing In Front of You

I’m sure the air is cold on my skin,

But the chill I feel, I’m sure, is not cold,

As my jeans and jocks slide down to the floor for you

It is tender and sweet,

We are blessed, I think,

As my eyes follow yours,

As they slide down my body almost to the floor.

I resist the urge to move my hands across.

Who’d have thought we’d do this today,

Do you know what you want to do,

I’m sure I do. I'm sure we’ll worked it out, me and you.

You gaze at me, suddenly my feet feel flat on the floor,

I straighten my back, as you pull your shirt over your head.

Your face emerges again with messed up hair,

Somehow, you look even better than you did,

Then your jeans you undid, down they slid,

You have great thighs, they make me want to die,

I run my hand down my leg in a flutter,

I scratch my skin with finger nails that I should have already cut.

Something inside me melts like butter.

I want to feel our honey all over each other's skin.

It's all orange blossom, even the bits that stink,

at that stage. I love everything about you.

I want to possess you. I want to be in your skin.

We stand and stare at each other, not sure,

Who is going to make the first move, my brother

I want to melt away with you, like the tigers in Little Black Sambo,

I want to dress you up and invade you like Rambo.

I want to make your eyes cross, roll away into your head,

Make you cum until you collapse and are dead,

We can both die together, what else is there to be said?

I wanna eat you, feeling every last bit of you getting in,

I want to blow the last remnants off my nose of your skin.