even though your arms snared me,
legs seized around my waist
as we tumble on the sheets,
there is almost a need for composure.
If I let go now and you become
the fuel for every need,
every intimate sweet embrace
and dark visceral need,
there’s no turning back
for either one of us.
Hands steal through clothes
with feverish speed to find skin
as your tongue invades my mouth,
there are no whispers of love.
You already know what I feel,
I know where your heart stays,
so we can cast away words tonight
and just be animals finishing the hunt,
reveling in our lustful spoils.
You uncoil beneath me,
stripped and spread
to draw me even closer,
gripping and squeezing
every second as my ache
finally glides into you.
There is no composure left then,
no measure of restraint between us,
I know this best when your lips
seal tightly around my skin,
when your teeth scrape
and just barely break flesh,
a mark that will fade in days.
But, I’ll carry the delicious sting,
even its memory will drown me,
overtake my senses when your mouth
vibrates in a muffled moan
as I begin to thrust deeper inside.
I’ll carry the way your heart
beat like a bruised secret
finally ready to be exposed,
mine was just as obvious against yours,
a scared bird’s wings thrumming
as your depths seize around me.
If I let go now and you become
what fuels my every desire,
every need openly bared,
we simply cannot turn back.
We shared whispers of love
before uncovering one another,
before you shuddered from the heat
of my breath upon your craned neck
and your nails scraping my back.
I’ll carry the delicious sting and
and all that comes afterwards,
I’ll carry how you charted
my wounds and precisely
where I once lost all faith.
I’ll carry the way your heart beat,
mine was just as obvious against yours,
softly pounding like a secret
exposed and understood.
You already know the ache
summoned through me
from even the most quiet
whimper escaping your mouth,
the fragrance taking over my lungs
as your legs open and lips part.
I know how to make
the animal in you uncoil,
where composure is lost
as we completely let go.
