Anchoring the Wreck

A wreck in the dark,
The candlelight flickering,
They storm side by side.
Hands brush over hips,
Hunger building as he flips
And spreads wide her thighs.

Probing fingers find
Her wet, soft, tuned for him.
Driven to unwind:
Deeper, harder in
A most pleasurable win
Exploding in kind.

Only then he rears
Kneeling up to drive in deep.
Holds hands to her neck,
Strokes her fragrant breast,
His warm, damp hands caressed,
Anchoring the wreck.