Warm Thoughts

Soft was your hand's touch upon my turgid member.
Kneeling before me... you bend,
and hold it lightly upon your tongue.

I resist, I rebel... then surrender
to the absinthe of desire
of your mouth’s hungry pull.

I roar...
then cascade into you,
and inside you;
until silence has once more claimed its throne.

My flaccid ache, now your pleasure.
And with feverish suffocation,
you have soothed the savage quiet
of hormones and nature.

I set my lust aside
and lay to sleep,
warm in my remembrance
of your reverent flesh.