Kiana
If I held you a prisoner of my game
would you stop me?
the hot bitterness between my thighs
dripping in streams of symphony
yearning to hold your face in my hands
tracing my lust with fingertips
inhaling the passion within parted lips
the heat rising, surging, splashing
the undeniable ecstasy in motion
submerging us in a pool of sweat
torturous torrents sculpt and float
crossing myself around your bones
my body drapes in indomitable force
I hear you in a breathless whisper
'Fuck me, now! I'm yours!'
