Chasing The Silence

The isolation of silence
will not do,
if I lie here naked
next to you

The escape from your lips;
- a strawberry moan
must envelop this room
in pleasures of tone

An ambitious position
of bottom exposed,
driving the tension
and tangled in throes

Skin pulled so tightly
to the fit of the clamp,
absorbing the impact
when deliciously damp

The chase of the silence,
spooked and now running,
the delight in the volume
- both of us cumming.