His Recipe

He stirs in a mixture of lust and passion, only to stimulate my latest urges. He knows that I crave the kind of tastes that land on his tounge alone. I cant hide the incredible force that pulls us in one direction, closer together. He understands that I long for his touch, moving strong hands all through my essence. He feels that I am lonely without his whispers, uttering low under his breath those three words that only a woman would quiver to hear. He drives ever nerve in my body completely insane with a slight knowledge of his presence and I am captivated by how well he knows how to take over my existance. He seems to formulate in his mind each move before he makes it as if he already knew my reaction. My heart is heavy when he turns to walk away, because somehow I wonder if I'd ever know his touch again. He sillouette feels my warmth as our distance grows with ever step in the opposite direction. I sit in disbelief that I dont know him. I dont know what makes him uncontrollable when his love is near mine. I cant understand why he grasps the pillows before releasing his pent-up repressions. I thought I knew how to make him mine but I only realized how to make him feel good. How to make him a man. Yet he figured me out, quickly. Or maybe he just knew from experience what a woman would enjoy. Maybe he knew that we love to be held, so thats why he took me in his arms. Or maybe he knew where to mix in his recipe, knowing that I would never turn him down. Unfortunately, he knew how to get in my head and make me think this was our recipe when in actuality there was no me, just him.