Convulsive Love

She rides him, eyes closed,
Losing herself in feelings
Of being taken
Like an animal:
Solely focussed on his need,
Grinding back and forth
She was the wettest,
With the most obscene liquid
Sounds - so very loud -
As she moved; she must
Have felt good, because she was
There moaning his name
Again and again,
Until he thrust into her
upwards and onwards;
So deep inside her
He felt the contractions that
All his spurts induced.