Laying vulnerable to your touch

Laying vulnerable to your touch
Laying vulnerable to your touch
I see your silken and mysterious
Passion flower descend so moist
And warm to take my shaft within
A moan escapes my lips
Your hands with strength
Push my own hands with
Fingers intertwined
Against the sheets beside my head
And in a moment of submission
My head falls to the side to give
To you the bareness of my neck
For you – I am your prey
Teeth bared you growl your lust
At me – my naked self exposed
Before your heat.
Your hips begin to sway
Within the rhythm of your heart
That drums the music of arousal
Like waves of crashing oceans
In your ears
You want to take and conquer
Me
I feel your lips caressing
The tow’ring column
Of my flesh – yet your excitement
Quickly grows beyond caress
Hands tearing at my hands demand
That I must match the heated pulse
Of your aggressive lust
And nails and hands and teeth
Whip like a riding crop
The fleeting stud to rise
And jump to carry your desire
To it’s thrilling end
Hand reaching back
You spank the steamy loins
Until a growl arises in my throat
And shuddering I buck and throw
With ever quick’ning thrust
My heated self against your
Passionate self.
Gone is submissiveness
I feel your will contesting mine
Our hands and hearts
Now under the direction
Of our lust – you wonder
Whether you are steed or rider
Slave or master to my howling wants
As we both crash through surfaces
And enter in the height of passion
Into that space where in the waving
Spurting, wailing, moaning
Flight you and I, I and you
Become completely unadorned

copyright MCD 2000