Desire

What is it about all the women out there and their ability to cause such a stir in the male of the species, to awaken our desires? Is it the physical attraction, the emotional appeal, the tactile sensations? I must say its a bit of everything since one usually leads to another.

Much of the time it starts with the physical. That look you get sometimes, those penetrating eyes, the smooth supple skin, the incredible hair, the pursed full lips, a great smile. Then you work your way to the whole package, the sexy come hither dress, long luscious legs wrapped in tall black healed boots, an ass you could smack all night, and cleavage that causes the mind to wander into even more wanton lustful desires. You want to get closer, but you know she's out of you league. You try to stop looking but your caught, your head bows in embarrassment because you know the lust is clearly written across you face.

Then there's that emotional stage where you really get to know someone. You learn commonalities, dislikes, actions, and emotions. Blinded by the bad, but sooo attracted to the good. It makes the yearning deeper, they become more desirable to the minds eye. You start to learn every little nuance, almost as if your reading their mind. I said almost, because it would alleviate so much confusion if we could know your every desire. The emotional connection brings with it an elation to all the other wants and needs that must be fulfilled.

The sensory paradise of touch overwhelms, to feel that smooth skin, the hair and lips that brush against me. To know absolute longing, the agony of anticipation at the next touch, what is to come next. Your hand rest lightly on my arm as you lean in and our lips touch. The softness as your lips part, give way to you own inner urges, you hands pull me in closer to your warmth. My hand in you hair on the back of your head returning your urgency. Hands roaming each other, first over, then under clothing. The heat between us rising, our blood boiling. The caresses sending shudders through us both. Never enough, always wanting more. Heading to new heights of ecstasy.

You women really do hold all the power over us...