Nighttime Visitor

It was not in your eyes I found my passion.
It was your arms.
Not conventionally strong, but in the night
When the curve of my hip found the front of yours, your arms were the ones to guide and direct.
Salt from the depths of the sea left your tongue and found their way
Into mine.
I pulled your head down to my mouth to succumb
To that kiss.
Jingle jang when your necklace chain,
Cold and hard.
Hitting my nipple with force, and determination.
Exhaling my name.
You reached around the side of me. Soft.
Yet hard too.
A moon-kissed spear of driftwood slipping inside.
My dark spirit.
I got over you. On top.
Your hipbones were sharp.
Biting into my thighs.
I writhed once. Then twice.
You dripped a drop of sweat.
And I wanted a taste.
But I knew. I wasn't allowed.
You lifted me then...
All I could see was your eyes--
Black. and touched with a flash of the stars outside...In the lazy 3:17am sky.
Flash.
Sweet rippling heated flesh oozed and slid, wet and sweet inside.
My hair threw back to catch a glimpse.
And your necklace slid to the side. The pentagram hitting the moonlight.
I remember.
Your hands guiding my hips..
I couldn't break free.
I wished--Groaned--Shouted to please...Don't let it end.
But you knew what we wanted.
Gasping for air. Every muscle inside me tightened.
I heard you cry out for me as you shot up--
Gripping my mane of hair, lifting my bottom and shoving it close--So close.
You came in racking shudders and I shuddered with you.
Your hot mouth around my throat...A sexy growl of knowledge.
Chills gripped my lower back like a cobra.
You coming against me.
Before I knew it, you had flown.
And the place in my bed grew cold.
But one thing remains true.
I do remember.