Permission

Trembling each spoken word physically felt -
the brush of your lips as they formed,
the heat of your breath as they expelled.

My own teeth grit together
hands found your thighs and nails raked against,
needing to find purchase, somewhere, anywhere,
since my body was like a thermometer
with it's mercury steadily rising.

"You invited me to seek the edge,
I stand upon the precipice..."

Up and down, you roll that V,
meaty curtains parting and closing,
extending and intensifying the agony
of being so close, yet teetering
as though waiting for more.

"You weaken my resolves."

Breathing a bit faster,
heart hammering against breastbone,
buttocks clenching together,
flexing the muscle against the rigidness of your cock.

"Will you pull me back?"

Lowering lashes, closing eyes.

"As is your prerogative."