Insatiable Entanglement

His body smelt of sweltering energy over mine in memorization of the way my soft and drooling lips swelled incaseing his heat....

Strong and weak all in seconds,

I can feel every thought insinuating his need to consume my purity in his clenches.

Empowered woman be me in his irises repeating every moan I lead through this gasping,
breathless throat.

Growling he is saturated in my longings, embedded in my veins ;

just as surely as I beg for his confidence
to tie us to these bedposts picking knowledge from our scars and these thorns,

as they are flowers in us growing endless and long.

These brittle claws are the instrument that etched,
inched,
stretched,
scratched him swollen to the touch.

His hands,
rough and calloused
know the path of my torments,
kindly they reitterate their prominence.

Boundaries lay in ruins,
limits set to waste away,
we are wasted and savored in our openness.

Limits are reaped in our fufillment of ficticious scenes,
derailed to feel the ground shake beneath our dreams.

Heaven set aflame in our sins,
the speechless explorations of our skins.

And I scream straddling his soul between parted and shaking limbs.

He is shaking....

Reaches for my warmth to smother his heart in my breast.

Tis this the end?

Do we fall to the sheets,
entangled and breathless,
heaving for air non existent between pressed and swollen lips to slumber?

Or do we only pause to build the momentum again...

Again can we?

Your tongue and mine baring our taste in our hungry,
eager kiss.

How I rain on your grins in my pleasure, bathing you in my moans,
how when we are spent and done...
Oh yes love...
I hunger...
I want more.