Rough play

Hand on my throat.
Grappling for breath.
Our word on the tip of my tongue...
But inside I feel something building.
That ache- the tightening of muscles,
Insurmountable pleasure.
Higher. Tighter. Harder
Until it explodes in a pulsing rhythm,
Searing lights.
Panting.
Muffled screams.
And you let me breathe.