How deep is your poetry?   

I ask in wonder
my voice a groan    
that seems to slick down      
her thighs      
      
she used my      
disconcerted awe      
to shove me      
I fall back      
she straddles me      
steals my will      
     
binds my wrists to the bed      
with her still wet bikini      
pressing her tits to my face      
suffocating me with skin      
her full nipples rasping on      
stubble      
I try to taste the moment      
get one of those nubile buds between      
my teeth      
she tells me to stop      
slaps me      
says to me      
     
let go of control      
     
I breathe deep to silence the      
hard wanton thoughts of      
snapping the ties      
grabbing her throat      
bending her to my will      
let her secure my lust here      
and now      
     
I’m hers      
     
to slide her hot wet pussy      
on the swell of my quad      
grind and whimper in my ear      
letting my cock slap on her leg      
painting in little circles the twin Koi      
on my thigh      
seeing them quiver as if they’ve      
come alive in the rain      
     
she wants to race me to the water's edge      
lap at its swollen banks      

I watch her writhe      
on me      
with me      
shudder to her own rhythm      
speak foreign languages      
curse the night      
a creature that echoes the beat      
that pounds at my temple      

drips of sweat      
run down valleys and curves      
crevasses cut on her skin      
Appalachian mountains      
volcanoes stream      
first orgasm rocks her body      
toes crunched     
     
I want to hold that moment      
drag it out of her      
force another one      
instead I groan   
     
I am her fuck thing this time      
all I manage to do is cut a bikini line in my wrist, fuck air
and growl      
     
insanity is now art      
her fingers paint raking lines      
she bites my neck      
Nosferatu shrieking      
damnation at the skies      
before crawling down my body      
cramming the bulge of my dick      
into her greedy throat      
taking me to the edge and leaving me      
dangling like slick droplets of pre-come
that are now rolling from the tip of my      
slick cock      
     
finally she is      
wet-heat from the valley      
summers scald on skin      
she gasps for air      
heats heavy oppression has stolen      
our oxygen      
she fuses us together      
a volcanos eruption      
meeting the ocean      
     
she shakes on top of      
me      
her second orgasm claims mine      
     
astride my naked tied down      
sensitivity she      
writes a sonnet of debauchery      
     
I realise      
the depth of her poetry is fathomless      
and      
I’ve  only read the first verse