Coup De Gras

A fire and brimstone lover
He seeks my deepness
With sliding touches

I am transposed
By his skill
From far beneath
To high above
He makes me fly
On fiddle strings
Of desire
And plucks me so
I resonate in his hands

Tides flow and turn
In those sweet moments
Of carnal reckoning
A dance of power
Where I win
And am won
And in the turning
Of wheeled desire
I bring you to your knees
Full minutes before
You bring me to mine

-Zoe Richardson