Wanting More (Ottava Rima)

Her lover thrusts in deep and lies entrenched -
Pleasures ebb and flow like storm-tossed waves;
She bites her lip and, yes, his hands are clenched
Around her wrists, to ensure that she saves
The moment when her climax will be wrenched;
And, she holds patiently, although she craves
The chance to stop this tension and to reach
A stillness to reflect on when she sleeps;

Her legs are wrapped around him, as a cove
Might wrap around the sea in an embrace;
His sensual appetites seek out the trove
Which she has hidden; now, he is in place,
He can excite and excavate her love,
With gentle touches that finesse the grace
With which she spreads before him to adore
Sensations to enjoy and to want more...

Her lover thrusts in deep and, then, withdraws,
Watching her face to tease her; he anoints
Her breasts with perspiration, in the pause
Between each penetration; he appoints
His manhood to extract her sighs and stores
The pent up energy that seals the joints
Which might become such chasms, there's no sleep
To be had until love has thrust in deep.