I began to work on your lips,
as if drawing *** from a well of longing
and need. Then heated
tongues met in the midst of hot
and quickening breath.
And quickly we drank the wine
of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those
spirits, our clothes found resting place
on the floor, piece by piece,
until there was no hiding places,
for the two glistening and wanting bodies
as hunger revealed in this
hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin as
the floor became the stage and I moved
atop you with ease and gently
I lowered myself down, kissing you as
I filled you and your gasp
broke our kiss.
I stroked your forehead as our slow
rhythm gave way to urgent and demanding
thrusts of passion.
You arched your body for my comfort
and I threw you into esctasy with the strength
of my blows and I left you
screaming and soaked, in oblivion again
and again. The taste of your
skin between my lips, was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy
when my teeth met your warm skin,
was more breathtaking than you knew,
leaving our screams to echo Jon York 2019
on like battle cries. You welcomed
the weight of my body to crush you as I collapsed
on top of you, still hot and burning
and you glowing like an ember casting a
welcome light should I seek your gifts again.