What we Understand In The Moment Of Surrender

I failed at first to realise
that you didn’t want choice
didn’t want to be loved gently
or in a godly manner

you wanted the strike
of shame in the burdened
moments of the damned

the kind that smiles in church
while trying to tuck
a rock hard erection under a belt

having to shift in your seat
because the
passion of the orator
makes you wet

there is a God in the
undertones of sweat

I didn’t know
that your heart rate gently thudding
it’s metronome
beat was boredom
not rapture

you wanted
to taste moans in your mouth
hold them in your throat
until raw
push
on the bounds of understanding
until it yields

my tongue flickers
testing the aroma of you in the air
serpentine twists

a slither
as muscles ripple beneath
skin
gather darkness of ecstasy

you open
flesh betrays

a plume of smoke
and sulfur
exhale from
the maddening rush
the itch
it’s ache
steam of condensed sin
drips
to satiate my hunger

I finally know
really know what you sound like
when you let go
the tangled web of
wet silk  
beyond control beyond your strive
for perfection
beyond societies demands

ladies don’t live
in the mud
and dirt
in the sweet sacralidge of fuck
(but they do)

every no that turned to a yes
every denial
turned into a plea
for more

finally when fingers plunge into my hair
and climax is a screaming
baptism of redemption
that sudsides in a mewling whimper
you quiver
lick a rivulet of your passion
from my chin as if it’s communion

we set the rain on fire
in the tempest of out inferno
your body collapses under my weight
surrenders to my will
a religion found
as I fuck
you

until you feel your heart
will explode
blood in your ears
choice now a white flag
to do with as I will
trust
in the release

a dam wall breaks
on my cock
understanding taken
in the breathless
moment
we gasp for air