You’d sighed that you must go.
The cab was wet with rain.
Dejection took my skin.
What made you so?
Your lips rushed in for me.
Our fingers ran from hunger.
Choked raw by sore desire.
It wouldn’t be?
You let the cab drift by.
The raindrops bit your face as tears.
Your release exposed a captivation.
If not now, why?
Your shaking skin slipped free and clear.
Tears of denial dripped from your cunt.
I could never kiss them dry.
What were we stirring with unveiled fear?
Your tooth grazed the tight velvet of my prick.
The awkward learnings of strange flesh.
Fleeting, riveting, imperfect moves.
We drew on, sweetly, against the slick.
Your cunt hair brushed my side.
I’d fall to loss at your deep yearning.
We grappled to be one.
It’s from ourselves we really hide.
You shook at the first strike.
An arching body reached for more.
Flesh trembled with recall.
Must biter and bite be opposite and yet alike?
Your eyes closed tight as you tripped over.
Ecstasy, fed on the burnings of departure.
We went our separate ways.
And yet, we went together.
