Let’s Keep this Simple Please, No Complex Words – Sonnet Twenty-One

Let’s keep this simple please, no complex words:
I want to feel the grip, your muscles tight,
Around my thick and rigid member blurred
By rapid drive and show of wet delight.

In starts with mouths that pull us to the brink,
My face, in buried wash of anxious thighs,
Your tongue, my push and pull, that curls in sync,
‘Til heat and flow release and rut revise.

And though we rush to other’s endings win,
We hold that end which barely we survive.
That simple shift that deeply takes me in,
How hard, we both, in joined repeating drive.

That endings' rush on sweating love presents,
Our sweating heaps, that show our drivings spent.