Over the top

Unfortunately I can only imagine
how it feels for you as i use your flesh
to stab myself to a beautiful shudder
that very moment as I hover above
imagining it straining stretching it's all
Just outta reach
my petals open
Those muscles ready to squeeze their all
 
That slow descent oh my god
that slow descent
over the top
My fighting instinct kicks in
no going back
Feeling the lay of the land
spread out before me once again
having travelled many a path over it
Watching each others open displays
feeling your hip movements  
meeting me halfway  
with bumps of love
sounds of wanting
scents of me and you filling the room
 
So let me indulge
imagining how it all feels for you
come come..
stab me some more
 
 
*This poem on looking over it again might
appear to have many meanings
there was and only was one on my mind when
creating it this morning and that was
riding my partners cock
any other meaning  has nothing to do with my thinking