Tension

Wicked fingers tease a torturous rhythm

Solid, skilled tongue

Wreaking havoc in soft places

Slow sips of ambrosia

Punctuated with just enough

Force

To engender insanity

More

And more

Too much stimulation to endure

Too much pleasure to survive

Too little oxygen to be had

But oh, yes

Faster, please

There, right there

Drums in the deep

Unfurling with each caress

Yes, yes, oh

Oh

The flickers slow

A warm exhale across damp folds

A slight scrape over pebbled skin

Whiplash across a needy apex

Heat turns to fire turns to lightning

Branching out like greedy weeds

Seething within, nearly bursting

Before, suddenly

Deflating

A whimper

More, please

A chuckle, a cry

Telltale rivulets of desperation

Slowly seeping

Anguished breathing

Too much oxygen

Not enough

Never enough

Tense fingers search

Nails scraping long lines for traction

Fabric, fabric, skin

So much skin

Warm and soft and hard

Beneath grasping claws

Destruction is imminent

Expected

Relished

Badges of honour

Or perhaps

Scars of war

One body beating the other

Into submission

When only complete surrender

Will suffice

What machinations are employed

To ensure the utter defeat

Utter degradation

Of the weaker party

The spoils of war measured

In pleas

And moans

And promises

Anything

Everything

Yours

Please

Need

The torture resumes

Languid in its pace

Lick, breathe, lick, lick, breathe

A circuitous path to destruction

Slowly winding tighter

And tighter

A coil desperate to unravel

Sultry words spoken into desperate flesh

Whispers like lashes

Need, passion, adoration

A permanent triquetra on the soul

And still, that clever indolent tongue

Moves, tastes, explores

Taking everything, and more

Dewy skin sliding beneath strong fingers

A fruitless struggle away from the source

Seeking respite from brutal attention

Endless entreaties with unclear intent

More, less, faster, stop, don’t don’t stop

The all-consuming desperation

In ‘please’

Muscles tensed beyond capacity

Each stroke brings new tension

Somehow, never lessening

Stuttered breath expelled in the brief moments

Between pleasure and pain

An ocean of salt, wept

An ocean of sweetness, wept

Each consumed with fervent delight

All the sweeter for the unbearable release

Hysteria as the rhythm changes again

Rapid strokes, shotgun blasts

On such delicate implements

Each rapid torment

An incalculable countdown to destruction

No begging now

Capacity ceded to pure sensation

Nonsensical moans permeate the air

As hands cling

Searching out some semblance of order

In the pleasurable chaos

Muscles begin to spasm, pushed too far

A gasp, a delighted groan

Victory on the horizon

So close

So so close, please

Please oh please oh god please oh

A pause

A wail

Beyond sight, beyond words

Bursting with need

Primed to explode

Heated petals exposed to cool air

Spread slowly open for appraisal

Spread slowly open

For a new implement

More brutal, more filling, more

Staggering in its immensity

The conflagration hits without warning

Levelling the earth, the stars, the sky

No fraction left untouched

As the universe quakes with the undulations

Destructive consummation

Creating an amalgam of ashes

And souls

In the echoing silence