Rogue Wave

The hinge creaks
       Air changes
                No one speaks.
My knuckles tensed
         On counters edge,
                Your presence sensed
Your scent evokes
         Moss, rain,
                Woodsmoke
Your weight on me
         Thighs parted
               Raised knee
Your eyes sear
         My lips tremble
                Resolve sheer
My legs wide
          Hungry, waiting
                  Will abide
Your hesitation
          Just enough
                  For salivation
Your confidence
          A Rogue Wave
                  I've no defense
You plunge deep
          Own my hallways
                  Raid my keep
My breath catches
           Incendiary
                  A book of matches
We grind deeper
           Edging closer
                  Climbing steeper
Your shoulders tighten
           My back arches
                   Senses heighten
The wave crashes
           Pulverized
                  Like glass and ashes.