Brow moist
eyes unfaltering.
The rage of your permission
collecting every ounce
of conviction...
that I am yours.
A gentle tug
of teeth on lip,
fluttering lashes,
arched back
sends you into
an almost
hateful
episode of depth...
You long for me to scream.
Silken mess covering
your sex...
I collect these images,
every curve,
each motion.
Oblivious to the
constant penetration,
my moist thighs relax
at your sides,
hips still jerking
with your thrust.
Fingers release your hair,
limp wrist,
curled digits,
mouth agape.
Your swollen arm
holds me,
pulling me tighter
to the curve
of your body.
Faster,
shaking,
moaning.
A cautious smile
finding
its way through
the curl of your lip,
into your eyes.
Heavy frame
collapsing,
hot breath,
sweat,
sweet,
sleep.
