How, after all this time, 

I still want you,

Years have gone by,

Nothing is new. 

 

We met in the capital,

On a tinder date,

You looked stunning,

Immediately want to copulate.

 

Etiquette at first,

A demanding thing,

Generalised conversation,

My groin is raging. 

 

We drink, we talk,

Not interesting for you,

Your mind is elsewhere,

Try to stay calm, mine too. 

 

Small talk is cheap,

When passion is present.

Small talk is redundant,

When this feeling is instant.

 

I ask if you'd like,

To go upstairs,

You nod and head,

For upstairs. 

 

Hotel room,

Is hot and sultry,

The attraction is deep,

Clothes off in a hurry. 

 

Never have I,

Found someone like you,

Never have I,

Met another like you.

 

We kiss and wrap,

Our bodies intertwine,

We explore some more,

Feels heavenly devine. 

 

Your body,

Your lips,

Your breasts 

We're in sync. 

 

How can this be, locking together,

Effortlessly,

Its like a story,

We're meant to be. 

 

Passion is intense,

In this room of love,

Passion makes sense,

With our bodies of course.

 

An expert tongue,

Investigating,

A body for sin,

Classically.

 

Moans of pleasure,

On this evening of pure delight,

Breaths of excitement,

For both of us tonight. 

 

We stop,

We start,

Arrange again,

Pure heart.

 

This non stop,

Sexual journey,

Hasn't stopped,

Us meeting.

 

Frustations abound,

Always to be found,

Can not always be,

Together, not sound. 

 

When we do,

Pleasure for two,

Orgasms a plenty,

For me and you. 

 

This sexual journey,

Years in the making,

Passion still present,

Still wanting. 

 

Will I ever,

Be able to let go of you,

Will I ever,

Be able to say I'm through. 

 

Unlikely not,

I'd definitely say,

Drug of my life,

Only goes one way.

 

Slave to you,

When watching you,

Social media a curse,

Desiring you. 

 

Can not let,

Go of this bliss,

Can not let,

My heart skip another miss. 

 

We are back,

To when we first started,

Meeting in secret,

Your married.