Breathless

We keep finding each other,  
you taking me to the edge—  
our bodies in a naked dance,  
breathless,  
unable to speak.  
you riding me,  
our pulses quicken,  
reaching that perfect high,  
no panties beneath your skirt,  
a game of hide and seek.  
Ready or not,  
here you cum,  
and I follow through—  
my touch a sermon,  
my words a promise,  
locked deep inside you,  
claiming what I’ve found.  
If the meek inherit the earth,  
then let me stay weak,  
because of you,
I am meek.