Awakening

Through twisted, gnarled streets I come to you
to your room, twilight lit, baring all.
For one crowded hour, you make me king,
mould me, supple hands shape my skin, bend my mind.
For one crowded hour my senses lit bright in this dark space,
motions mirrored as you tease, entice,
take me soaring as though a bird on thermal drafts,
effortlessly buoyant, reaching for the sun.
For one crowded hour, you have great power,
in your hands, your touch, your voice, exquisite almond eyes
track my movement, fingers and nails torment me, slivers, shivers of desire pulse.
With leonine grace you stretch along me,
ebony tendrils intertwined fingers, a sapling over a weathered bough.
For one crowded hour you dazzle,
sphinx like between my limbs, Cheshire cat smile masking intent to
drive me to the edge, again and again. For you, I will burst.
For one crowded hour, your prompts let me slough off years,
feed from your energy, your skin so soft, supple, slippery.
I suckle, nuzzle, feast upon you, now hard as I moan,
Desperate to please you.
For one crowded hour, soul and flesh bared, the clock ticks the precipice nears, we fall, delirious,
sated, hold each other wordless, my eyes searching pleasure spent.