Sole Focus

Sated and content
I am now once again his focus
No urgency in his motion
Capturing me in this moment
Fingers trace folds
His attentiveness on my bud is empowering
I writhe in suppressed need
Floundering within his concentration
Tranquility, then a sustained rapture
His words encourage me, his kiss excites me
The rapture evolves, molding into one
Time and patience rewarding us both.