consumed

since the first time
i have been consumed.
every minute of idle thought
spent alone with you.
pressed tight,
flesh on flesh.
the only thing separating us,
a thin layer of sweat.
lubricant easing the friction
of two bodies close enough
to be one.
struggling in tandem
to, at least momentarily,
quench the perpetually burning flame.
the fire of passion.
the inferno of raw desire.
united in impulse,
pummeling each other
with all of the intensity
of two animals
fighting for their lives.
our spit and sweat combined.
mouths, lips and tongues, exploring.
fingertips finding forbidden fruit.
my cock throbbing inside you.
wave after wave of sensual rage
compelling me to thrust harder.
harder. until we break.
harder, until our atoms collide.
harder. distorting the space between us.
one machine working toward rapture.
the piston of carnality pumping,
in. out. in. out.
tearing at our flesh.
impetuously ripping ourselves to shreds
furiously searching for release.
not pleasure.
lascivious explosion.
the foreshock builds inside.
twisting my loins.
every lecherous gyration pushing us closer.
we are one.
i explode deep inside you and tremble
as i feel your body convulse
and absorb my gift.
like the sting of an addict getting their fix,
we both spin into ecstatic bliss
as each thrust fills you
with more and more of my essence.
our essence.
in the center of these twisted limbs
and all of this sweaty flesh,
we became us.
our sweat. our breath. our scent.
our cum.
i can feel it. slowly leaking out of you
and covering me.
glazed in more than our passion.
the physical manifestation of our lust.
as the white noise ceases,
gravity returns,
and we crash back to earth
from our sensual paradise,
i can see my fate.
beating in your heart,
deep within your eyes,
drowning in your cunt,
buried between your thighs.