Fantasy to Flesh

for a passing moment come with me
put all thoughts of trepidation away

slight uncomfortableness with near nudity
breathing cotton covering wanton sex
a throb calling you can't ignore

twenty-eight inches of crop
thunderious as I slap it into my hand

our eyes briefly connect
the lightness of your eyes obscured
by the abysal widening pupil

I raise the flesh of breasts by your nipples
as if they are just objects

giving them a good pinch
watching as they rebound back
the inner-sub purrs luxuriating

your body, so beautiful, God's own clay
so responsive, so needy, such raw lust

too many nights your finger lead you
down the path that is now complete
selflessness overtakes your very being