Hot Words

Bruise in the shape of a light switch
Sits just under my shoulder blade
While teeth marks, rainbow arcs of this small mouth
Worn proud across his collarbone, that hollow though
Left wet with Sweat and remnants of
My tongue,
He loves this, us, hot, swift hard against that wall
With legs wrapped tight, his grip like love, so strong,
Secure, sure of arms beneath these thighs,
They are thirsty for his perfect pace, he strides,
Smooth through like satin, sultry suffocating need, rises
Deep inside of me,
He likes this spontaneous nature
The hurried desperate motions, So then
I have to have you now, how about right here,
Hands tear at clothes, hooks release, shirt comes free,
Skirt hiked up high, jeans around his knees
Mouth by my ear, voice barely heard, raw with ache, asking me to beg, begging me me take
More of him, rocking hard against that waist, this greedy need I have to feed...
it only....takes takes takes
All of it, groans, growls, vowels lost inside of mouths
Up and down up and down
Building basic rhythm, patterns persistent,
Insistent on systems slowly breaking down
Low around the core of us, explosive energy spreading,
Climbing, trying so hard not to cry, fight tears welled up behind my eyes,
Head against the wall as the edges of me fall fast, crash, that's it there
Yes, good, good, god please
He frees, the words swift off these lips, breath comes short, staccato,
Clipped, quick quick, breaking down so low, go, go, he's so so close
Now, no don't, not without me, voice filled, brimming with his heat,
We reach peaks, precisely at the same time, tied together, ride hard, far
Across the better parts of body parts gone numb,
Arms and legs and sense so weak as we arrive, a fighting finish
To meet at some delicious darkened corner, sweat simmers,
As sedation settles in,
We are both complete, we both come to ends