Release

In the sultry summer night you come to me.

I wake encircled by your arms, your body pressed to mine.

You look at me with darkly smouldering eyes. My pulse quickens.

Your lips meet mine hungrily. Your mouth is sweet like wine.

I wrap my legs around yours, pulling you harder against me.

Your hand floats against my side, along my hips and thigh.

Our lips part and you look at me, your eyes boldly penetrating.

You move away the silk separating your skin from mine.

Your fingers delicately searching, you find me ready.

I buck against the pressure of your hand and moan low and sweetly.

Arcs of electric pleasure pulse through me with each deft stroke of your hand.

Like some drunken desire awoken, my body aches for you.

I whisper your name and beg for sweet release.

You hover over me for a moment and then fill me in one swift motion.

I cry out, clenching my hands and digging my nails into your flesh.

Again, but agonizingly slowly you move your body closer to mine.

I lift my hips to meet yours. you teasingly move away.

I groan, heart racing, mad with the desire to feel you in me.

Then at last, you relent and give into your own fervor.

In passionate desperation, our bodies move, glistening with heat.

In a fever, we rise to the pinnacle of desire and plunge sweetly into delirium.

In that moment we live a lifetime, and yet there is not time enough for this embrace.