In the Mirror

His face

excited, hungry

and even partly disbelieving

that the body before him willing

tilting eager to be ridden

he takes the Woman beneath his fingers

with both hands,

warm and soft, responding

His mouth

half-opened

hostage held around her name

She is his in the taking and long the anticipation

With every stroke, in his ears there is vibration

"more, more, more.."

staring into her eyes through tangled hair

She is a gift long waited in the unwrapping.

His chest

taunt and heaving

ribs rise and fall in the pushing

across her arched back his hands sliding

and the ecstasy as she surrounds him

gasping turns to moaning

concentration unbroken

as if he would not disturb the vision

His eyes

lust and devotion

when not closed tight in sensation

mesmerized by she bowed before him

and in his sight

in that moment, all that exists

Rapture slamming climax

he falls beside her clinging

gathering her reality

into his arms.