Taken

Watch his eyes for any nuance,
subtle change always starts there.
Don't look away, even when he baits you
to make your heart sting.
If raw loud passion erupts the liquid satin
of your desire, the beast will grimace
as never before. One inaugural.
Tame the creature expeditiously.
Whispered desire whips around him,
flaying his intentions. Marking him.
Dangerous tension scripts his brow with pleats
suggesting feral craving.
Silken hair dusting along trembling flesh beneath
his buoyant strokes. Garbled words puff
into welcoming senses. Carnal.
Possessive. Dominating.
Hot bolts of raw lust kept too long inside
welcomed. Scalding.
Feathered summons of feverish fingers elicit
chaotic responses, enthralling melodies,
expulsions of pleasure too primal to neglect.
Primitive basic lust, tearing control.
Haunted shadows dissipate, rupturing silence.
Complete. Elementally exquisite. Ghosted sounds.
Bodies knitted on satin sheets,
gorged, blinking aftershocks.
Obdurate breasts nuzzle calloused palms;
sapped phallus swims between seared limbs.
Quivering as one, bodies celebrate the dangerous edge,
the unbearable consummation. Sighing.