Turning Wheel

In days before, together, we are careful,
but there are moments,
A hint of skin, a loose button, revealing curve,
or a scent of sweat as I am near you.
Eyes meet briefly and beg for the chance,
waiting, if not patiently, for that moment
No longer fighting or resisting,
alone at last and night's first kiss.

You begin your work on my lips,
Probing gently drawing passion,
From a cool deep well
and tongues meet in the midst,
of quickening breath.
Flood of unspoken longings
as clothes find the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there are no hiding places,
just two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in green eyes and brown.

Then skin mesh with skin,
I am first your Goddess
As the bed became an altar.
worshipping each breast,
You moved atop of me tenderly,
Kissing me as I am filled with you.
a gasp breaking kiss,
hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then entangled.
Whispers of love fill my ears.

Slow rhythm gives way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of "Angel",
your hand arch my body to yours
you ride me into ecstasy,
With the strength each stroke.
panting and socked, even and sure
I feel my body
grasp, then release you,
Grasp then release you,
watching your face as you surrender....
The taste of your skin between my lips,
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth meet your warm skin,
and you beg to fuck me just once more.

And you are my God and I kneel before you.
with control you wind your hands in my hair,
And pull until the flesh on my neck taut.
Turning my body in your hands,
you play the small curves of my back,
As you growl my name from the back of your throat,
you take me and
your fantasy drives you into me again, again and again.
Until dizzy with the sight,
throwing your head back
one final and pulsing thrust,
giving to the bliss,
your moans an echo like battle cries.
I welcome the weight as you collapse,
Still hot and burning,
you do not stop touching me...
And I, a glowing ember,
Cast a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts yet again.