your hands braced on either side of my head
your beautiful gaze shining and intense,
focused in on me like i'm the
bull's eye on the dart board
your lips descended on my lips hard and frenzied
your tongue caressing mine, claiming me
there's worship in your every movement, every touch
my skin tingled feverishly under your ministrations
the way you touch me was sweet torture
i can feel every ounce of your passion
and i feel like i'm going to burst