A touch of skin soft and slippery,
with the hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
as the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance, to abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
probing gently as if drawing sex,
from a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
our clothes found resting place
Piece by piece,
until there was no hiding places,
for the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
as the floor became the stage.
You moved atop
and lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding
As I arched my body for your comfort,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
when my teeth met your warm skin,
was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
and pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
As you collapsed
still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
casting a welcome light,
Should we seek these gifts again.
