It’s been a while since we last met
that intense desire to get you undressed
we try making small talk,
it never works.
Thumbs to waist getting pants off,
jumping in an excited bed
begging to feel alive again.
Cold knees on hips, the saddle,
squeezing with your weight.
The forgotten the playlist,
hands awkwardly support
over the edge you hang
hair softly tickles
the very tips of your breast on my chest
by instinct one hand cups
the words to songs are ready.
You sit on top and stare,
softly at first of course
there was a moment
I could feel the hours in your workouts.
Toned muscles are different from before
with no time to waste
back in your upward position
all four hands explore the surfaces.
Equally pressing downward
the warmth is spread perfectly even
the hardness over satin
parted the opening.
With a feverish return
heavy are the gasps of wanting
time is no longer the stranger
the wait we’ve had to endure,
as the room is quickly devoured.
Tunnel vision with the task at hand
releases that darker side in us
with words we used to whisper
we have come alive here again tonight.
The control is truly complimented
a hard kiss to the neck
the arch of the back
a bite has left its mark.
The feeding hour upon us
a quick frenzy of darting in and out,
she’s rolled over onto all fours
anchored to accept what’s coming
heaving while pushing forward
such an intense display
the full length disappears completely
the pleasure takes all control away.
Both bodies react in different measures,
distance between the sessions fades,
the familiar release is coming
words forcefully explain.
Exact directions keep getting louder,
closer to the ear we fall
whispering is really hard
with permission granted
toes close and then they curl
a wave of explosions
taking out all support columns.
The detonation a huge success
crowds cheer as the dust rises
a heap of rubble lay under
these are our connections
just as the playlist ends.