Grazing Grind

.
His hands readied
for deployment
whereas before it was just me
sat up
Switching my thoughts from
a grazing slow pleasure grind to
an unmoving wait

he knew,
preperation for travel
complete
His hands to my ass in
soft downwards press
as I fell forward
Allowing him to dictate
& take me away
knowing exactly how to
get me screaming against
his already deflated state
that I'd lovingly conquered
but a short time ago, the gorgeous
scent of which, sending me indeed
screaming over the edge as he
held me in place