She Lasts For Days

Watching you move beneath me,
marking my skin
and feeding me the cream
of the unbridled stirring.

You revel in the light,
unconscious of shame
- this sensory attack
shadows a constant purring.

Leading me into these undiscovered places,
ignites you into a frenzied enthusiasm
bouncing against me
sultry adjectives
spawning deeper thrusts
to continue
our dialogue of fucks and sucks.

And then days will pass,
clothed, respectable.

And I will revisit
all that we've said,
growing stiff
inside my knowledge
of our tangled trysts.