Skip Those Dishes

I had to leave them in the sink,
the day's preoccupation
takes center stage

Lighting a scented candle
I remove my pants
and hesitate to put anything else on

I feel your energy near,
I've felt it for days
stroking my cock
to be ready

I close my eyes
and the whispers begin,
delirious suggestions
that spike my focus on you

Materializing in this room,
that sheer dress
accenting every mound and nook

You know I've been lonely
and you've travelled dimensions
to cloak me in the compassion,
of those soft arms

Those lush lips
of pure painted passion
meet mine
and we both feel it

I part your legs
and you tug my underwear down
to release my bare prick
into the guidance of your hand

Working the inches
and bending
to plant a kiss
to the tip

I rise your dress,
and the drizzles of caramel
catch my eye
in the dim light

My tongue has no chance
but to divide you
and draw more
to my famished mouth

My primitive hands
travel you from top to bottom
catching a pert nipple
in my teeth

I am pulling you to the floor
positioning myself cross-legged
to get us thigh to thigh

Oh...that sound that escapes you,
followed by my name,
fuck that gets me every time

Neither one of us seems to be in control now,
exactly the way I like it.