Velvet Milk
That day we touched still haunts me.
The main reason why I had to leave. . . was you.
I didn’t want to start another path with the same footsteps.
You had some kind of hold over me.
Like the Phantom of the music,
You sent for me.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to defend myself,
So I gave in to a pleasure I had forgotten.
Now starts the craving for your velvet milk.
Sweeter than the juices from my favorite fruits.
More rewarding than if I had wings to fly.
My body remains hungry with an appetite only yours could cure.
Sexy caramel skin with the aroma of a King.
Your poisonous lips have paralyzed me
Desiring another taste of your velvet milk.
Almost three in the morning and it beckons to me.
Teasing and taunting.
I am your prey and I most humbly surrender.
More powerful than a wicked nightmare
Leaving me heaving and panting in my dreams.
I’m tortured by your scent drenched in my clothing.
Wanting more of you but desperately trying to appear patient.
The distance is holding me back
But not stopping me from wanting you.
Here I lay wounded by this Adonis
Inflicted with a thirst for his velvet milk.
