Climax

A curve,
fold of flesh,
silken skin
over firm muscles.

Gasping for breath
as bodies writhe
against searching
fingers.

Your soft
wet tongue
runs across
my own soft
wet cavity.

Exploring,
discovering,
waking up to
a desire
stolen away
by the day
only returned
in the dark.

Moans escape
lips buried
in secret places,
as we play a game
invented centuries ago.

A bead of sweat
makes a path
along my flesh
as it runs
over my gentle curves,
mapping a course
as it finds my body
like you have done.

Heat spreads
from between my legs
out
out along nerves
into the air
forming waves
that crash over me.

I drown
in pleasure
breathe it
deep inside me,
your mouth to mouth
brings me back
into your arms
where I belong.