Sync

The only time
we sync
is when
you’ve
pinned me
beneath
the weight
of our
shared
vulnerability
flesh to flesh
raw
whilst
sinking your
subtle
rock hard
smirks
deep inside
my
wet
tight
glistening
flow
plush velvet
cherry
hued
cascading & pulsating
from the way
you
penetrate
my whole
being
whilst sharing
breath
and
your lips
traverse
my hips
scribing
your name
all over me
soft & gentle
hands gripped
tangled hair
bite marks
nail trails
bruised thighs
bitten
until we’re
waiting
to board that
train again
it’s always
hard & fast
high octane
until
it’s not
underpinned
by a shared
tantric
bond
driven by
lust & desire
to release
one another
drowsily
from the
wall
to the floor
behind
closed doors
to the  
kitchen bench
to feast upon
one another
until we
hit it
in the
shower
syncopated
in harmony.