he bathes my wanton senses
saturating them with his intensity
so addictive…
so nourishing…
it’s become a part of me
he pins me to the weight of my convictions
holding me accountable…
to my own beliefs and needs
asking little…
and knowing he’ll gain everything
each time he spreads me…
nude and flagrantly exposed…
open to his scorching gaze…
confident I’ll never look away
I’ll always stare into the flames
slick with shameless wanton
aching with yearning
he lights my blaze
and then fans the flames
arrogantly using my poesegraphilia
but never against me…
no…it’s for us both…
seeding our passion…
feeding our conflagration
braced on the strength of his certainty
scorched in the depths of my avidity
my succulence desperately drenching
he presses the point of his intention
delighting in the writhing of my spine
as I stain sheets with sensual ink…
back-building pressure intensifies
I feel the surging of my blood…
the swell of licentious need…
a mere taste of the flood yet to come
agitated by the storm of his expression
a furor unrelenting…
enticing and exciting…
pulsing with his seductive aggression
knowing my addiction…
to his skill…
his passion…
his diction…
feeds our memorabilia
his movements become verse
his rhythm rocking me
hard onto his eager throbbing…
challenging us both to do better
savoring every syllable inspired by his endeavors…
collecting all my gasps and exhalations
still pushing for more…
he demands…and I deliver
it isn’t in me to disappoint
it’s a fact…
and he’s keenly aware of that
I burn for his carnal sensations
he takes me beyond salvation
where walls become water…
and fire rages within…
blazing through these flooded halls
the pulse of my desperation beats
heavy with voluptuous greed…
he does that to me
when the tide of his pressure…
sends me tumbling over…
lost in the falls…
I rain poetry…
upon his waiting tongue…
