Crying Again

In that moment,
that tipping point
of building need,
we're taken again,
crying again
as your body
seizes my soul
from deep inside.
But we still thirst.
Impatient lips
trail down your skin.
My hands follow,
remembering
the shape of you.
Mouth eager now
to taste your clit
with lingering
circles of kisses,
making you thrust
up in wanting
for me to suck
with flicking tongue
until you scratch
my shoulders red,
moaning your cunt
against my mouth.
And I'm crying,
crying again,
drinking again
from our cum mixed
and dripping wet
down along your
trembling thighs.