Eros

I feel you.
The scent of male,
The flexing muscles,
The hardness against me.
I want you.
Pressed against me,
Arms around me,
Face at the crook of my neck.
I need you.
It may seem like lust,
And so it is but
There's so much more.
You feel me.
You want me.
You need me.
We're just begging for more.