Communion of Flesh

Lust seductively rests solemnly on my tongue, communion of the flesh begins under a finger beads of sweat break free of bodies of heat, running effortlessly on glistening breasts a curling between toes grips counted linen, rasping against cheeks ruddy from exertion Saliva shimmers lips parted and panting, and drying tongues search rivers of relief an ecstasy of knowing screams its release, begging for anchor yet arching to flight broad shoulders ripple taking the strain, encompassing a bud he pulls to attention massaging out longing and pearlescent need, thrilled to a frenzy I am lost to passion forever in the moment free, of restraint