From Behind

From Behind

I stand behind you
and enfold you in my arms.
My heart beats
hard and fast.
You feel it
against your back,
the pulses making waves
into your flesh.
You reach back
to try to pull me
into you.
The urge
to become one
takes over.

I put my face
into your hair
and breathe fiercely.
A bouquet of sensual silky strands
flow up and into my head.
The fingers of your aroma
caress my brain,
and then slide down my spine
and into my groin.
A diamond hard flame of desire
erupts as they ravage me
with a delicious kind of pain.

We begin to writhe
against one another.
I grab your breasts hard.
Panting. Gasping.
You turn your head
back to my face.
Our tongues lick like
liquid lightning strikes.
A sensual storm of sexual energy
crackles
in the sounds of sucking and slurping
that echo in the air.

My fingers leave your breasts
to move down and undo your pants.
You don't even notice
they abandoned your breasts;
ten red imprints of desire
brand the flesh of your breasts
and burn with the force that held them.

Your pants off,
your underwear
binding your knees,
I bend you over
and smack your ass.
SMACK.
Another burning red imprint
blossoms
on the flesh of your ass.
I kneel and worship its beauty
with my tongue.
SMACK.
Another blood coloured blossom appears.
SMACK.

You say "Harder, HARDER"—
SMACK! SMACK!
Ripples of red heat rise
along the luscious landscape of your ass.
My fingers trace their contours lightly,
and then I drag my nails like
a diamond feather
over your quivering ecstasy.

The tip of my thumb
moves into your molten lava—
and pauses—
and then rams into you.
My fingers cup you.
I hold the lava lotus
of your lust
and stroke its petals lightly.
My thumb luxuriates
in its depths
and discovers a world
without sight or sound,
smell or taste. Only sensations
of your scalding slipperiness . . .
of a searing softness
that licks and sucks
every nerve tip in my thumb.

The lotus begins to writhe.
The petals quiver and shudder.
I slide my tongue into your ass,
and make love to its root.
My tongue slips in to moisten it.
SHUDDER.
I lick and flick,
stick my tongue,
in and out of your ass—
SHUDDER.

Your body shudders
with the combination
of my tongue, thumb, and fingers.
Molten liquid petals
enclose my thumb.
They press my thumb harder and harder,
and harder and harder my thumb presses
into the spot, the place . . .
the shuddering becomes shaking,
shaking and shuddering
you begin to spray . . .

The taste of your ecstasy
fills my mouth,
the smell all over my face.
My tongue in you,
my thumb kills you,
the lotus implodes,
and I swallow loads of molten nectar.
My thumb shrieks in sadness,
as it leaves the wonder and madness
at the center of the lotus.
My hand stops cupping you
you collapse onto the bed.
I lie down behind you,
and hold you in my arms.

I feel your
heart beats
hard and fast.
I feel them
against my chest,
the pulses making waves
into my flesh.
You reach back
to try to pull me
into you.
Our urge
to become one
takes over . . .