A Growing Need

Like dawn in heat I am already slave to your loins our impending collision the meeting of body and mind immanent A gentle run of tongue shimmers parched rims, lost fingers are confused with buttons and holes Slowly fabrics are rent falling to retire in shreds letting shadow and light rest on the fusing of our skin The rod of your desire is arched to my wetness as buds tip your lips my mouth parts descending to my knees your shaft slides down my cheek discovering my mouth... and the guttural sound of sin A moving campaign of desire, mind bending waves traveled all the rooms with a view unbridled hands, roamed without thought of destiny The whole of your intent is rapaciously introduced to heaven overwhelmed and conquered I am now a lost continent awaiting your next expedition And suspended in a pure vacuum of ecstasy so exquisite it rests on my soul I am imprinted for all time ... through the window an icy breeze dimples my skin and I lay in amber light humming...