Cream of Heat

Cream of Heat

They had
hardly had
a moment
to themselves

when she
pushed him
backwards
on the couch,

launched up,
stratling his head,
and buried
his tongue
inside
of herself,

grabbing
the back
of his cranium
for forceful
leverage.

Her writhing
crush
of lust
and salvation
became an unrelenting thrust
of lurching paces
with shuttering
convolutions.

She gulped
and hovered,
rocked
and pummled,
squirmed
and smothered

until her desires
fireballed
into a crescendo
of creamed heat

as she laid herself
prostrate
on the canyon
of his worship.

She was
breathing heavily,
her eyes shut,

and she held him
as tender
as a dandelion,

invited
and protected
from the least bit
winter storm.