Hips and lips
hover above Sexcalibur.
I wait;
and watch your face
drink me in.
Expectation,
of silken contact,
wherever it be.
Your breath hushed,
waiting…
Straddled across your hips,
silken lips
fleetingly
brush against Sexcalibur,
coaxing a slight tremor.
Damp lips spread,
caressing hilt to tip
with slick lust.
A recoil from tip to hilt
reveals a glistening tease.
My undulations stoke
the fires of your exigency.
I shall lead this dance until
my frenzied ascent
carries me to the cusp of euphoria.
A starlit face,
toes curled,
teetering on the brink,
my wonder afire.
Pull me into your realm, lover,
Hold me close,
Caress the tremble
while I ride the edge of sublimity.
Toy my lust into
a fierce detonation.
© trinket 2019
