Wanna

Wanna
Say my name and let it melt in your mouth as my hands guide you slowly or at any pace you desire, higher and higher
to that place you never thought you'd reach
and for damn sure it wasn't supposed to be me taking you there,
how many times has it been now?

We'll figure out the statistics later.
We have more urgent matters at hand and on the tips of our tongues.

Go on, girl,
make noise.
Holler,
cry out and scream for me, for us.
Curse.
Use every expletive you know because you're the star of the show.
Uncensored, untethered from the mundane.
Life's too short to not go a little insane.
Together, just north of crazy
in the hazy aether
where neither you nor I exist as separate entities but ever so briefly, ever so sweetly exist as one.
Harmonious in a chorus of moans, sighs and groans calling out to a God that we're just supposed to pray to in quiet moments of contemplation and not blaspheme his name in the throes of hedonistic elation.

We ain't trying to make a baby.
I'm just trying not to cum too quick because we feel too damn good.

More.
Harder.
Faster.
Right there.
Don't.
Stop.

We gon' have to do that again.
A lot.