Paroxysm

H I M

The rhythm was just overwhelming.
So deep within me, you are all I can feel.
Our breaths syncing together, and now I am lost.
In fact, I'm not certain whether or not I'm breathing at all.
You've been woven inside of my bones
Threading through all the stitches, mapping a patchwork of every moment.
A pattern so colorful and vibrant that I don't need open eyes to see.
It's just something that always would be.
I already know this.
I know it like the fire that resides within the pit of my belly, burning me through.
Like concrete and steel, nestled into the marrow of my bones.

That's why when your fingers gripped my throat, I wasn't afraid.
Quite the opposite in fact
I was brought alive, more alive than I'd ever been.
Just your touch, and nothing else existed.
Through our touch would crumble time and space
Nothing between us but the rhythm
The absence of space in between Slippery skin, all muscles and no time.
For time had now ceased to exist.
And oh, how well my body knows this touch.
Craving more than air
Wanting
Needing
Needing to spill over
Desperately
Urgently
Longingly
Our minds are so intertwined, your body understands when it needs to wait.
Humming, at full capacity
Although it feels as if I am suspended along a tightrope
Floating, awaiting permission
And then - with just one phrase
"I'm ready", hot and heavy in my ear
Taking root in my center core, the body obeys.
In heaven's heaves of trembling moans and sighs
All belonging to you, but also belonging to me.
It felt nice to belong to you.