Repeat

The wet of your tongue
On the small of my back
the soft and warm of your lips
kiss with the exact measure
of pressure
to maximize pleasure
Like
The squeeze of your hands
On the thick of my thighs
The response of your hips
To the call of my sighs
I try to
Gather my senses
That have pooled and melted with my resistance
But I fail
and sunlight pales
in comparison to the heat and light
churning on the inside of me
when you’re inside of me
and we are music
we
rewind and repeat the track
where
the wet of your tongue
meets the small of my back…