I don't have
To spell it out
Do I?
Head tilted back
Back arching
Clenching in waves
Energy cycling
Building…
Breath rushing
In and out
Gasping for air
But not really
Paying attention
To the details
Of such things…
White sheets
Damp with effort
Thick with musk…
Soft warm light
With sun beams
Painted in the air
Picturesque
But lost because
Our eyes are closed
With the effort
Of clenching
Muscles.
We are animals
Lost in our
Basal brains
Time is different
Here with you
Tangled in the sheets
That have been
Thrown off
Because it is
Suddenly way
Too hot in here
And we've both
Forgotten to care
What we look
Like in this
Moment…
It doesn't matter
If the mascara
Is running…
My lungs and
Legs are on fire.
If there were
No cloth to grasp
In my hands
Surely I would
Draw blood…
And hear you cry out
Unaware if it
Were pain or
Pleasure
Or both…
There's no
Time to imagine it.
I dig into your back
And clench
Again
And again…
Till it all goes
White…
You.
Me.
The room.
Our breath.
