conquering

The look in your eyes tells me you’re hungry
and I know what is coming for me
you are coming for me

Suddenly strong arms wrap around me
pulling up my skirt
demanding access to what lies beneath
your powerful hands knead me through silk and lace
“Why are these still on?”
you growl the words into my neck
while chewing at the flesh of my shoulder
like an alpha wolf subjugates a misbehaving bitch
by nipping at her hindquarters

Flimsy material is unceremoniously ripped from my body
so fingers can dig into my flesh and pull me to you
a single hand slips around me, seeking
my most sensitive spots exquisitely explored and exploited
your touch becomes gentler, soothing even
but your mouth on mine is still urgent, insistent
your tongue mimicking what I know Your body will soon do to mine

It feels like I must wait forever for you to take me

At last, without warning, you turn me, push me to my knees
I feel you behind me, your presence overwhelms me
makes me docile even in my urgency to belong to you

Your strong hands, omnipresent
shoving my skirt to my waist
unbuckling your belt
forcing my legs apart
opening me to You

My head is pulled back and I groan
with a combination of discomfort
and bliss
you wrap my hair in one fist
and grasp one of my hips in the other
pulling me back onto you

You push Your way deep inside me
I gasp at the feeling
of being filled by You
You sigh at the feeling
of filling me

Words escape us
vocabularies tossed aside
by the sheer animal frenzy
of fucking

yes, fucking

not being together
nothing so vague
not having sex
nothing so clinical
not making love
nothing so romantic

just fucking

hard
rough
uncivilized
dirty
nasty
lustful
fucking

pure carnality?
the only pure thing is
our shared need
the need to
conquer
the need to
be conquered