Frustration Poem by James Harris

How I long to hear gasps of air between some breathy sighs
For my fingers to dance up and down upon your silken thighs
Let me caress across your midsection with the petals of a rose
From there we can both imagine where the evening goes

Our lips brushing and teasing is really just the start
From there I'll only start to show why seduction is an art
I will treat you like a painting, for you will take my time
This art of you cannot be rushed, for it is so sublime

Next the feeling of your breath, beating on my neck
There really was no way this would end with just a peck
Such a savage growl you give as I press you to the wall
It is less a seduction now and more akin to a brawl

We have no time for niceties in this heated passion's game
Perhaps if you had been another girl lust would not take aim
Like I you were on the prowl tonight, just waiting to unleash
That primal thing within you, that savage sensual beast

This night breaks to the new day with coming of the light
As you purr softly and content, even with fresh bites
But then I wake for real, alone yet again it seems
What looked so vivid and real, was only in my dreams