They spill upwards out of the red bra
Massive lovely soft pillows of desire
I am a werewolf howling at twin moons
One bite, just one bite. That is all I need and I can sate my hunger.
No, two bites; I want to taste them both.
No, my entire mouth; I want to suck half her breast between my lips.
No, my hands; I want to squeeze them like I own her.
No, my cock; my cock needs to fuck them.
No, my seed needs to spurt onto them and mark them.
Out of reach they haunt me
Plans, strategies, flirtations and lines I never use
Frustration howls out my throat