Arroused

     
      
      
...he could sense my love on fire    
even before he inhales the smoke,
intimacy ablaze trying to suppress intensity      
never to inflame
but to keep it burning,
keep him yearning  
while observing the sweltering bit
of sparkle adopting his carbonated space
  
lust grabs hold    
the need unfold    
and all that is needed
is a french kiss to steal my breath,    
the only time I’m content with no air.    
 
i can feel his stare,      
he can smell my need
succumbing to every single dirty deed,
choking on his girth      
trying to suck out his seeds....of life,
he gives me life
every,
single,
time...our bodies commune in its organic forms,    
and gentle moans slip through parted lips  
seducing an atmosphere unrehearsed for our cries

i cry sweet n salty tears that decorate  my inner thighs,  
mesmerized by the way he dance between my limbs

he's owning his rhythm while my body heaves in hymn,
tasting each other’s wet fingertips with    
the scent of truth still cloaked securely,    
knitted to acme on wrinkled satin sheets    
soaked with third and fourth comings….



Rain