the look on your face

the look on your face
as i slide up over you
my scent permeates your senses
leaving you drowning in your lust
 
waves of pleasure and waves of pain
run up our spines as we undulate in this dance of lust
no end in site no sign of the shore
will this ever end-will this ever break
 
i think we are caught up in the gossamer
tangled in its web...sticky and unforgiving
never letting us go...never letting us breathe again
the smell of sex and violence our senses' new companion
 
as the undertow subsides and the calm returns
looking into your eyes...glazed over and drowsy
my hand on your throat..so easily i could
steal the life from you...i already own your soul