This

There is a moment.
This moment.
Your breath spilling over the damp of my mouth.
Your body rushing over mine.
You go deep.
So deep.
This.
This is what I want.
When I can feel you inside my soul.
You touch everywhere.
Drag of hair over the tip of my breast.
Shudders shake me in violent crescendo.
Hips lift.
Straining, to give you more.
Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't Stop.
Fuck it hurts.
I want more.
Two bodies Locked together.
You own me.
Your fingers curled through mine.
Pin me down. Belly to belly.
Your mouth feasts on my breath, Suckling it away.
I'm struggling to make it through this.
This, what you do to me.
Rip me open.
Animal slashes of body into body.
Grunt. Rape. Consume. Screams piercing the dark.
My screams. I'm undone.
You demand with every stroke.
Painted inside and out with your taste.
Your touch.
Your gutteral cries of breaking apart.
This is the moment.
You spill and the world suspends.
We are one motion.
One movement.
One wave of release.
This.
Where you are me as much as I am you.