Against the Earth.

I only want to feel you.
Your lips on my skin,
my flesh against yours.
Two bodies clinging to each other,
consumed with warmth;
friction creating sensations
that burn deep into the skin.
I want to feel you in me.
Deep within me.
I want you to feel how tight I am around you.
With each thrust of your body I want to be moved.
I want to moan your name,
scream your name and beg.

Faster!
Harder!.

I want you to know that I am for you.
My body is yours and your alone.
No man before.
No man after.
My mind is my own but it thinks of nothing . . . except you.
Your smell.
Your taste, touch . . . lingering still.
I am for you.
My soul mingled with yours as we lock together,
not moving,
still.
Our breathing subsiding,
your control.

Aching,
desire,
those eyes,
kisses that spiral out of control.
I want it,
please.
I need it.
Sensations to rock,
to grind,
to impale.
Deep, depth. More oh God, more!!
Crying!
Oblivion!
Engulfed in white light
burning eyes,
burning a shadow of our body against the earth.