would u know how to savour the offering?

 How fantasy knows to burden the body and mind
gnawing
nibbling
becoming hungrier with time. How fantasy knows to make one wish and desire
imagine the reality of such a powerful image alive in ones head.
to writhe with pleasure, deep in the recesses of the expectation
of what the company of the other would feel like.
to bow to moans and groans as the body curves itself to receive
the touch...that touch that is all absorbing
that breath that is so hot
a festering of gluttonous hunger
a need to be satiated
not caring to savour the sweetness and the sultry seductiveness
for all that is required is that selfish indulgence
permeating through every pore
every thought.
no care to meet the others needs half way
and no need...
for they be grunting and growling
meeting rhythm with rhythm
longing with deeper longing
till that moment when satiation be not enough and then the real play begins
for then to meet each other halfway
becomes a pleasure desired
and required.
the gluttonous hunger satiated
now to dine
slow
and taste the sweet sweat of a moment
of pure lustful indulgence.
RB.