We both know words
will not be enough here.
The heat is palpable in you tonight,
something in the blood calls out,
unable to form a cry or scream,
I can feel it trembling in your voice
When you tell me to reach for you,
to follow the cadence in your voice
as my hand grips swollen flesh
and a gasp flees from between my teeth.
The same teeth that envision
meeting your exposed neck
to mark you before you taste me,
the salt and sweet of our skin
intermingled before thighs even part.
Before whispering to slip inside bare,
to fill you as a tongue traces my nipple,
moaning with a gentle slow bite,
a place rarely ever teased or explored.
The heat within you is overwhelming,
a hunger blooming and devouring
within the tightest slick tunnel I move
every sensitive thick inch through.
Something in the blood screams out,
I can feel it rippling throughout your voice,
some language that reaches beyond the universe
of anything that you and I can actually say.
When you tell me to erupt for you,
to forever leave a piece of myself here
through our flesh completely entwined,
the timbre of your voice is saying so much more.
The same voice that is now crying out
in a seamless chorus with my own,
promising to mark you on the inside,
devoured by your clenching hunger.
The heat is palpable with you tonight,
only able to really speak through
the salt and sweet of our bodies intermingled,
the way we continuously tremble in the afterglow,
it gives our secrets away long after we may part.
Because we both know words
will not be enough here.
