Waxed

Between  
his commitments  
and  
mine
we don’t have  
time  
to wine & dine
one another
we’re hungry
and  
focussed on
releasing  
the pressure
that comes
from
standing on
business  
and
his kisses  
bind me
pressed against  
his chilly
heart
beat
yet the heat
in upon
our mingling  
breath
tangled fingers  
twined
forever mine  
and
his pulsating
cock
is lodged  
deep
triggering  
a cascading
flow
until  
my hips
are radiantly
rolling
against his grind
and
soft sighs slip
from  
my lips
and  
I whisper  
in his ears
that I need him
to make me
cum  
all over him  
and  
he flips me
face down
arse up
and
drills me
hard & deep
until my  
muffled screams
wax lyrically
and  
he fills  
me deep
raw
as he roars
my name
with
foggy windows
concealing
our spontaneous
need.