The way you look at me,
sends chills of pleasure down my spine.
I bite my lip,
slightly on purpose,
before taking another sip of wine.

You smile,
and that dimple deepens,
making me weak in the knees.
I can almost taste you,
imagining playing with my tongue,
until I have you saying please.

The sexual tension,
so thick I can feel it in the air.
I look at your hands,
knowing what they feel like,
on my neck while you are inside me,
equally to the love you show
when you slowly run them through my hair.

It makes me want wrap my legs around you,
pull you close until we barely can breath.
Only skin against skin,
finally setting this all of this tension free.