A steppe s wildness

A touch of longing, a burning need,
To hold you close, to plant a seed.
Upon my knees, I'll humbly fall,
And draw you near, embracing all.

Your lashes, dark, a silken sweep,
Your eyes, like embers, secrets keep.
Do they still gleam, like lightning's fire,
Or hold a tear, born of desire?

I crave your hips, a wild embrace,
Your curves that time cannot erase.
That sundress, torn, a fleeting dream,
Dissolving now, like mist or steam.

I miss the joy, a radiant gleam,
Reflected in your eyes, a vibrant stream.
And autumn's chill, a whispered sigh,
Now held within my grasp, nearby.

But most of all, I yearn to feel,
Your body's fire, so true and real.
Those yielding mounds, I know so well,
And lips of rose, where passions dwell.

And in the night, your voice I crave,
A whispered promise, strong and brave.
Your careless grace, a sweet perfume,
And candlelight dispelling gloom.

Your body's scent, a potent spell,
That makes my very spirit swell.
From gentle kitten, soft and mild,
To stallion, fierce and running wild.

A steppe's wild boar, with primal might,
Who's tasted love's consuming light.
The mare he scents, a primal call,
Within the heat of bodies, all.

Oh, what a joy, to wildly play,
To gallop free, and seize the day!
To drink deep draughts of pure delight,
And know that steppe-born passion's might!