Yours, mine, ours

My nails rake
insistent rivers,
your fingers trace
teasing trails of fire.
My voice cries out
a litany of promises.
Yours screams my name
like a prayer, an oath,
a plea.

I need you like I need
air to fill my lungs.
I feel your desire
like a tidal wave;
a tangible caress,
a wondrous thing to hold
and see and touch.
It fills me, as you do.
A perfect fit,
like coming home;
a consuming warmth
all around me.

My heart beats to the rhythm
you play upon me,
and you play me
expertly.
Your every stroke
a work of art,
weaving music
out of passion.