Musk

Tall slender eloquent young man stands intelligent with voice so grand.
He’s fearless and courageous true with the duties bestowed him to do.
He’s handsome; his face and black hair all a reminder that grace is fair.
His smile, his wit and his wile all an entrapment when he smiles
But his touch, so soft the brush but his signature is his musk.

The smell of work in his skin, when you whiff it gives chills within.
The softness of his tender lips can only be known when he grants a kiss.
The passion, the fire in his eyes when he holds fast on my thighs.
But the thing that gets me just is the aroma of his manly musk

How my emotions are turned and twist when my heart for him did miss.
Does he know that I am trapped, in the memory of my head in his lap?
Does he know that my days are filled?
Of a desire to do his will
But I long, I bleed, for that rush for the tenderness of his touch
All these emotions are due to such, all these are take over when I smell his musk.