Feel

Turn off the light. Close your eyes.

Feel my fingers on your neck.
Feel your dress slide to the floor.
Feel the breeze brush your skin.
Feel the radiant warmth of mine.
Feel my thigh brush yours.
Feel the sheet on your body as you lay down.
Feel my palms on your back.
Feel your aches slip away beneath my touch.
Feel your cunt moisten.
Feel my weight over you.
Feel my grip of your hips.
Feel my stubble on your neck.
Feel my breath on your cheek.
Feel my gentle kiss.
Feel my need.
Feel the anticipation.
Feel my penetration.
Feel your accommodation.
Feel my sex.
Feel your lust.
Feel my thrust.
Feel my cock, fucking your body, fucking your cunt, fucking your love, fucking your mind.

Feel me, feel us, feel this perfection.

Feel our dream wash over and course through you.
Feel your rise.
Feel my fever.
Feel your control, lost with mine.
Feel my seed, filling your hungry lust.
Feel my strength, fade and fall.
Feel my embrace.
Feel my caress.
Feel my naked honesty, vulnerability, and self – in your arms.

the making of us

You walk into the bathroom while I shower, with a drink in your hand. You rest against the basin, sipping your drink, while your eyes dart between my eyes and my cock.

You watch me masturbate.

I am clean, anew, and I step out toward you. You towel me off, pausing to touch my hot skin, then lead me to bedroom.

We start to fuck,
slowly.

You absorb my heat from my thighs to your ass, from my chest to your hands, from my cock to your need.

And I drink the fire, passion, and rum from your lips as we kiss.

This is why they call it making love.

mind fucked

my eyes were closed
and you took me
there
to that place between
ecstasy and agony,
to that edge along
which temptresses live,
to that state where
minds lose reason, and will
power is forfeited.

then,
you let me come,

then,
i opened my eyes,

then,
and only then, i realised,
you were never actually there.

our four corners

if my world
was made up
of only,

a four post bed
with crisp white sheets,
a warm Pacific
morning breeze,
a fresh breakfast,
strong coffee,
and your softness
waking beside me,

i’d call off the search. i’d be a traveller no more. i’d restore my faith in everything good, and just live in that moment every single fucking day.