Pressed

(Haven't been posting poems as of late and would like to start posting some contest poems for archives' sake...)

[written for Ambroise's "Erotic Beauty" competition]

I need
everything that is you
everything that is haunted
raw and visceral

I want your brown skin
pressed in contrast against my white flesh
every pore of my being
opening for you

every step of this searing choreography
of tongues
hands
lips

making me tremble at the dance we create
as you draw out lyrical measures of pleasure
slow arpeggiations
a wet ticking of my soul’s metronome

of unnameable joys so profound
the taste of pain in my mouth
fingers pillaging my core
hands hard and twisting in my hair

as I feed on you
my gaze devouring your strained, beautiful visage
my own hands gripping at sheets
knuckles gone white in primal fever

a sweet uninterruption
suffused with light
while you bury your face
in my darknesses

ready to fall into that dazzling abyss
while you are so deliciously composed
so practiced
years of this kind of training sly on your lips

crying when your control begins to loosen
ignoring my pleas
selfishly taking from me
your own satisfaction

mouths locked
as I lock each note
of your ragged breath
into the symphony of my memory

how I ache to be used by you
moaning at your beautiful violence
tracing your long scar with my tongue
that perfect flaw

while you slide too-full inside
an exacting fit
your turgid length like a pen
pressing deep into the book of my body

women have a need to own things
and for a very brief moment
I own you
am able to keep a part of you forever

so I might take you home
let you ferment into something
something I can put in my treasure box
or press in a book like a rose