Sex is my drug..on cloud 9.

Object of my desire,
your heart screams discretion.
Let me pull you near,
let me make you my possession.

The taste of your skin has become my addiction.
Rubbing against mine,
I crave the smell of our friction.

Object of my desire,
could you escape from my dreams.
I need to feel you inside of me,
I need to make you scream.

Pleasured to the point of complete insanity.
Drag me to the floor,
let your tongue dance on me.

Slither it down my curves, I feel every sensation.
Your tongue pleasuring me. Your touch now my temptation.

I temp you and beg you to put your fingers inside me.
Oh, I barely can take it. This feeling coming to be.

Replace your fingers with the staff that God gave to you.
Fill me with this pleasure, I beg you so do.

As our bodies move together,
our souls intertwine.
Scars down your back,
evidence of passion divine.

A moment now filling me and entrapping my senses.
Biting my bottom lip as this pleasure commences.

My climax compared to that of heroins euphoric trance.
Your sex is my drug, Staying high is my stance.

Ecstasy seeping from the pores of my skin.
Being a married woman, my desire for you is a sin.

A Godly law that I plan on breaking over again.
To this passion and pleasure I declare no end.