Great Expectations Poem by Richard Noggin

Perhaps my expectations were too great
Or my ideas to high
But the taste of your lips so warm and soft
Fill my body with delightful passions

I can feel myself come alive
Giving into my animal instincts
The smell of your hair and
The tenderness of your breast
Make me glad that I am a man

The arch of your spin
And the sweat on your brow
Lets me know that you need me
Even if your love does not

For at just a small glorious moment I know
That I hold more than I could ever dream
When I hold you in my arms