Real to me

The sandpaper feel of your calloused hands pulling my hips
down,


Close to you.


Closer to you.


Your eyes intently stare into mine,


As I gaze into yours,


Our lips meeting as a breathy moan escapes my vocal cords,


Your hand moving up my side as you penetrate my soul,


My legs clasp around your sweaty, tattooed body,


Arching my back to feel you completely inside,


I nuzzle my head into your shoulder biting you,


Consuming you,


Tracing your tattoo with the tip of my tongue,


Exploring you,


Begging you, to hold my hands down,


Encouraging you to go faster, deeper,


Uniting with you,


Releasing with you,


Wiping the beads of sweat off your face,


Kissing the tip of your nose,


In a world full of uncertainty,


You are the only thing that is real to me.