As your body slides close
And your mouth breathes shivers
On my shoulder.
My seeking hands are pressed
Back to sleep-rumpled pillows.
“Be still,” whispers against my neck.
I am made breathless by your eyes.
Slow geometry arouses all of me
And the air is saturated
With something more than magic.
Hard and loving fingers scrape soft, flat belly,
Sliding over hips that move in supplication.
Your mouth follows caresses
Across my skin,
Across my soul.
The rush of desire is on your tongue
As you lap up the words I cannot say.
My body presses against your mouth
And fists unconsciously grasp sheets.
Cool air rushes across me.
Your hand grasps my ankle
As I am moved to the very edge.
Whiskers play rough against my inner thighs.
I scream your name
And can no longer stay still.
Desperation fills the room.
“Give me what is mine, baby.”
“More, I need more of you.”
“Wider.”
“Deeper.”
“Yesss!”
The drink is won.
My glistening body embraced.
You catch my soft sigh
In your beautiful mouth.